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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet -- The Peasant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WIDE o'er the barren plain the bleak wind flies, <br>Sweeps the high mountain's top, and with its breath <br>Swells the curl'd river o'er the plain beneath, <br>Where many a clay-built hut in ruin lies. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The hardy PEASANT in his little cot, <br>Lights his small fire, his homely meal prepares; <br>No pamper'd luxury, no splendid cares <br>Invade the comforts of his humble lot. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Born to endure, he labours thro' the day, <br>And when the midnight storm o'er spreads the skies, <br>On a clean pallet peacefully he lies, <br>And sweetly sleeps the lonely hours away; <br>Till at the peep of dawn he wakes to find, <br>HEALTH in his veins, and RAPTURE IN HIS MIND.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a></strong></div>

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