Ode on Solitude
Alexander Pope
1688 to 1744
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
Easy Mode - Auto check enabled
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
With meditation.
A few paternal acres bound,
Tell where I lie.
Quiet by day.
Content to breathe his native air,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Together mix'd; sweet recreation;
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
And innocence, which most does please
Steal from the world, and not a stone
In health of body, peace of mind,
Happy the man, whose wish and care
In his own ground.
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find