Ode on Solitude

by Alexander Pope

Ode on Solitude

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 meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.

About Alexander Pope

  • Alex was born May 21st,1688.
  • His first poem was created which is "Ode to Solitude".
  • His childhood nickname was the "Little Nightingale".
  • Alexander Pope was diagnosed with Pott's disease ,a for of tuberculosis that affects the spine which shortens growth.Therefore he has been four and a half feet all of his life.
  • Pope was called "hump-backed toad" by his literary enemies.
  • In 1719 Pope's father had died.After his father death he moved to Twickenham.Twickenham is a city that is located 10 miles away from London.
  • May 25th,1744 ,Pope died peacefully with his friends surrounding him.
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The poem "Ode on Solitude" by Alexander Pope is about a man just simply wants to be alone.Being alone helps you find your inner self and creates more happiness to become a better person.Also being alone is better than hanging around other people.


The absolute theme of this poem is to show that it is okay to be alone.There is more fun in being alone than risking a good relationship that can possibly get really bad.