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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet LXXXI.
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HE may be envied, who with tranquil breast
Can wander in the wild and woodland scene,
When summer`s glowing hands have newly dress`d
The shadowy forests, and the copses green;
Who, unpursued by care, can pass his hours
Where briony and woodbine fringe the trees,
On thymy banks reposing, while the bees
Murmur "their fairy tunes, in praise of flowers;"
Or on the rock with ivy clad, and fern 
That overhangs the ozier-whispering bed
Of some clear current, bid his wishes turn
From this bad world; and by calm reason led,
Knows, in refined retirement, to possess
By friendship hallow`d--rural happiness!
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