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The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson

including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes

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SONNET. THE PEASANT.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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SONNET. THE PEASANT.

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'erspreads 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.