NOTE: My essay during Junior year, its obviously about 'Solitude'. This is in accordance to our lesson on Alexander Pope's 'Ode on Solitude' (see below). I've read the thing about the Slievenamon in a book by Nora Roberts. I'm among the top scorers in this one, and my teacher asked me to read it in class which is rare :))
But to sum up this essay with my life right now: "We occasionally find solitary moments in our lives and some moments too crowded for our taste, but the trick is to enjoy. Savor the moment alone, read a book with no disturbances, eat like a pig 'cause no one's watching and do everything you want (as long as its legal. hahaha). However, in moments when you are with people, enjoy talking to them, make connections and reconnect with old friends. Never lose a connection with someone.... Life should not be lived alone."
|Happy the man, whose wish and care|
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards 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 unconcern'dly 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 mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye