Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel,... The Deserted Village, Traveller, and Miscellaneous Poems - Stran 24avtor: Oliver Goldsmith - 1819 - 108 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
| 1741 - 858 strani
...cold, and (hrinking from the (hower, With heavy heart deplores lhat lucklels hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelieli train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps,... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1770 - 44 strani
...cold, and flirinking from the fliower, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? THE DESERTED VILLAGE.... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1774 - 70 strani
...cold, and flirinking from the (bower,.. With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine,, the lovelieft train,, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? Even now, perhaps,... | |
| Martin Madan - 1781 - 422 strani
...cold, and flmnking from the flower, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, Jf^hen idly fir ft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. laws — to the unfcriptural and antifcripturat power aflumed by man in things relating to GOD— to... | |
| 1785 - 304 strani
...cold and fhi inking. from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine fweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fa'r tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n now, perhaps,... | |
| 1785 - 320 strani
...cold and flu-inking from the fhow'r, With heavj heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Ah no ! To diftaot climes, a dreary fcene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid... | |
| John Scott, John Hoole - 1785 - 492 strani
...cold, and fhlinking from the fhower, IPltb heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firji^ ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. This is a fine paflage : there is beauty in the fimile of the primrofe, and pathos in the mention of... | |
| John Adams - 1789 - 376 strani
...cold, andfhrinking from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. DR. GOLDSMITH. SECT. LXV. A PATHETIC DESCRIPTION OF THE BRITISH EMIGRANTS, WHEN LEAVING THEIR NATIVE... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1791 - 206 strani
...cold, and fhrinking from the mower, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURK, thine, thelovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps,... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 strani
...cold, and flu-inking from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, largely fobers us again. Fir'd fweet Auburn, thine,thelovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n now, perhaps,... | |
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