 | 1792 - 112 strani
...primrofe peeps beneath the thorn; Now loft to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's doors she lays her head, And , pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r With heavy heart deplores the lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 strani
...female lies : She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd, Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 strani
...thoughts !— Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence...the thorn, Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue tied, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 strani
...thoughts!— Ah! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence...head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 strani
...turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Her...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn: Now.lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 strani
...thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. • She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her...might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorp, Ntiw lost to all ; her friends ; her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 strani
...plenty blest, las wept at talcs of innocence distrest ; :Ier modest looks the cottage might adorn,Sweet ron rise, And Carmel's flow'r* top perfumes the skies I Hark ! a glad voice the lonely desert che bctraver's door she la\ > her head ; \nd pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy... | |
 | 1809 - 402 strani
...turn thine eyes Where the poor ho useless shiv'ring female liei. She, once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet us the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue Sol, Near her betrayer's... | |
 | Medora Gordon Byron - 1809 - 342 strani
...record, Hold tbe fleet an-el fast, untU be bless tiee,'" CHAP. XIII, She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Jvreet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. GOLDSMITH. Alas! no more that joyous morn appears That... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 strani
...thine eyes Where the poor, houseless, shivering female lies. F She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Her...betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold,and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious... | |
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Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost... 
