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Thomas Gent (Томас Гент)



Light as the breeze that hails the infant morn
  The Milkmaid trips, as o'er her arm she slings
  Her cleanly pail, some fav'rite lay she sings
As sweetly wild and cheerful as the horn.
O! happy girl I may never faithless love,
  Or fancied splendour, lead thy steps astray;
  No cares becloud the sunshine of thy day,
Nor want e'er urge thee from thy cot to rove.
What though thy station dooms thee to be poor,
  And by the hard-earn'd morsel thou art fed;
  Yet sweet content bedecks thy lowly bed,
And health and peace sit smiling at thy door:
Of these possess'd—thou hast a gracious meed,
Which Heaven's high wisdom gives, to make thee rich indeed!

Thomas Gent's other poems:
  1. The Chain-Pier, Brighton
  2. Invocation to Sleep
  3. On a Delightful Drawing in my Album
  4. Written in the Album of the Lady of Counsellor D. Pollock
  5. On the Portrait of the Son of J.G. Lambton, Esq

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд) Morning ("Gray brindled dawn comes up before the sun")
  • Philip Bailey (Филип Бэйли) Morning ("She comes! how lovely are her smiles")
  • Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) Morning ("How pleasant is the morning!")
  • Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Morning ("The light will never open sightless eyes")
  • Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Morning ("O’ER fallow plains and fertile meads")

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