Quail in Grass
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| Shibata Zeshin, Quail in Grass, 1847 |
By ALEXANDER POPE
Happy the man whose wish and care
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please
With mediation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Editor's Note: Students were asked to pair a poem and painting with no explanation of the connection.
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