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Happy the Lab'rer by Jane Austen

By Jane Austen

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Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church he goes; As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws A glance upon the ample cabbage rose That, stuck in button-hole, regales his nose, He envies not the gayest London beaux. In church he takes his seat among the rows, Pays to the place the reverence he owes, Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows, Lists to the sermon in a softening doze, And rouses joyous at the welcome close.

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"Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!..."

"Happy the Lab'rer" by Jane Austen is a deep and nature english poem consisting of 12 lines. This English poem by Jane Austen demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,...", this piece explores themes of deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Jane Austen's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Jane Austen (1775–1817) was an English novelist whose works — "Pride and Prejudice," "Sense and Sensibility" — are among the most beloved in English literature. Though primarily known for fiction, her verse and juvenilia show her sharp wit and satirical eye.

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