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In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer

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Tune - "Go from my window, Love, do."

The sun he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retired to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!

The prosperous man is asleep,
Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;

But Misery and I must watch
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Godfrey Morris 21 February 2015

Beautiful poem especially the first three linrs

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 21 February 2015

O, fickle Fortune, O beautiful poem

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Richard Blay 21 February 2015

I like the rhythm. Nice work

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