GRANT me, indulgent Heaven! a rural seat, Rather contemptible than great! Where, though I taste Life's sweets, still I may be Athirst for Immortality! I would have business; but exempt from strife! A private, but an active, life! A Conscience bold, and punctual to his charge! My stock of Health; or Patience large! Some books I'd have, and some acquaintance too; But very good, and very few! Then (if one mortal two such grants may crave!) From silent life, I'd steal into my grave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY SONNET: SATIRE 3. ON RELIGION by JOHN DONNE RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE LEXINGTON [APRIL 19, 1775] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A MODEST WIT by SELLECK OSBORNE ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH AMERICA by JAMES MONROE WHITFIELD HAUNTED by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S PARTING WORDS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |