{"id":1263,"date":"2014-07-17T12:40:32","date_gmt":"2014-07-17T20:40:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/?p=1263"},"modified":"2014-07-17T12:40:32","modified_gmt":"2014-07-17T20:40:32","slug":"expect-unexpected","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/expect-unexpected\/","title":{"rendered":"I did not expect the unexpected"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"TweetButton_button\" style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\"  data-url=\"https:\/\/ego-vero.net\/main\/expect-unexpected\/\" data-text=\"I did not expect the unexpected\" data-lang=\"en\">Tweet<\/a><br \/>\n<script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=\"\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,\"script\",\"twitter-wjs\");<\/script><\/div>\n<p>I accidentally learned something today courtesy of <a href=\"http:\/\/althouse.blogspot.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Althouse<\/a>. \u00a0I learned for the first time of a poem called<a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Ode_on_Solitude\" target=\"_blank\"> Ode on Solitude<\/a> by an English poet named<a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Alexander_Pope\" target=\"_blank\"> Alexander Pope<\/a> (1688-1744).<\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Happy the man, whose wish and care<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">A few paternal acres bound,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Content to breathe his native air,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">In his own ground.<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Whose flocks supply him with attire,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Whose trees in summer yield him shade,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">In winter fire.<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Blest! who can unconcern&#8217;dly find<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Hours, days, and years slide soft away,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">In health of body, peace of mind,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Quiet by day,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Sound sleep by night; study and ease<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Together mix&#8217;d; sweet recreation,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">And innocence, which most does please,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">With meditation.<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Thus unlamented let me die;<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Steal from the world, and not a stone<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Tell where I lie.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p>I am a relatively solitary person (as much as one can be these days), and prefer calm over excitment. \u00a0Since the poem struck a chord with me I thought that sharing it might give you, the reader, some insight into who I am and that act of sharing might also broaden my own insight into who I am.<\/p>\n<p>Alexander Pope wrote this poem at the age of 12.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tweet I accidentally learned something today courtesy of Althouse. \u00a0I learned for the first time of a poem called Ode on Solitude by an English poet named Alexander Pope (1688-1744). 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