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   From: zen102422@zen.co.uk   
      
   "brian mitchell"    
   wrote in message   
   news:5qsl761psfggm1r18vla39i07u79vkt5ke@4ax.com...   
   > possum" wrote:   
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   >>"Ala" wrote in   
   >>message   
   >>news:htmdnQN0qPXfmOTRnZ2dnUVZ_sSdnZ2d@earthlink.com...   
   >   
   >>> alexander pope, solitude   
   >>>   
   >>> I   
   >>> How happy he, who free from care   
   >>> The rage of courts, and noise of towns;   
   >>> Contented breathes his native air,   
   >>> In his own grounds.   
   >>>   
   >>> II   
   >>> Whose herds with milk, whose fields with   
   >>> bread,   
   >>> Whose flocks supply him with attire,   
   >>> Whose trees in summer yield him shade,   
   >>> In winter fire.   
   >>>   
   >>> III   
   >>> Blest! who can unconcern'dly find   
   >>> Hours, days, and years slide swift away,   
   >>> In health of body, peace of mind,   
   >>> Quiet by day,   
   >>>   
   >>> IV   
   >>> Sound sleep by night; study and ease   
   >>> Together mix'd; sweet recreation,   
   >>> And innocence, which most does please,   
   >>> With meditation.   
   >>>   
   >>> V   
   >>> Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;   
   >>> Thus unlamented let me dye;   
   >>> Steal from the world, and not a stone   
   >>> Tell where I lye.   
   >>>   
   >>nice pome. :-)   
   >   
   > Yeah, but he himself couldn't bear to be a   
   > *day* away from the rage of courts and the   
   > noise of   
   > towns.   
      
   tell me about it! i long to get away from   
   the city, but life has other ideas, it   
   seems, for now... i don't know much about   
   pope but this struck several chords with me.   
      
   btw, _the_ pope is coming to brum, to   
   beatify a dead dude - ( ticket only). the   
   pallaver just makes llanberis call all the   
   louder, brian in wales, you have been   
   warned... : - )   
      
   possum   
      
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