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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet -- The PeasantMary Darby Robinson - Sonnet -- The Peasant
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WIDE o`er the barren plain the bleak wind flies,  Sweeps the high mountain`s top, and with its breath  Swells the curl`d river o`er the plain beneath, Where many a clay-built hut in ruin lies. The hardy PEASANT in his little cot,  Lights his small fire, his homely meal prepares;  No pamper`d luxury, no splendid cares Invade the comforts of his humble lot. Born to endure, he labours thro` the day,  And when the midnight storm o`er spreads the skies,  On a clean pallet peacefully he lies, And sweetly sleeps the lonely hours away; Till at the peep of dawn he wakes to find, HEALTH in his veins, and RAPTURE IN HIS MIND.
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