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The misty Dews from Fenny Marshes rise, And waking Peasants rub their half-shut Eyes: When restless Chloe threw her Curtains by, To see if Day appear'd in Eastern Sky; With Joy she saw, and pull'd the tinkling Bell, This Betty heard, and knew the Signal well; Yet wonder'd at the unexpected Chime, Six tedious Hours before 'twas Breakfast-Time; She thought some Frenzy, sure, had seiz'd the Dame, Then turn'd her round, and thought it but a Dream;Her heavy Eyes again in Slumbers clos'd, And ev'ry drowsy Faculty compos'd: When fresh Alarms th' astonish'd Ear confound, And loud repeated Peals again resound; Now, some short time in Yawning spent, she rose,And in a Hurry huddled on her Cloaths;
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