Alexander Pope

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his read more

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Judges and senates have been bought for gold;
Esteem and love were never to be sold.

Judges and senates have been bought for gold;
Esteem and love were never to be sold.

'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
Is read more

'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
Is it less strange the prodigal should waste
His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?

Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields read more

Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?