 Her modest looks the cottage might 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...  The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith - Stran 41avtor: Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 118 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 strani
...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...loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 strani
...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 with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 strani
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue tied, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd...shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores thai luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country... | |
 | 1806 - 330 strani
...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 with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | Edward Mangin - 1808 - 240 strani
...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 with cold, and shrinking from the show'r. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly, first, ambitious of the town, She... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 strani
...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...loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah ! no.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 strani
...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, And pinch'd...wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet AUBUHN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n now, perhaps, by... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 strani
...\nd pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless honr, be set, Pikes must shiver, jav'lings sing, Blade with clatt'ring buckler meet, Hauberk l)o thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? [train, Kv'n... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 strani
...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 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 102 strani
...cold, and fhrinking from the fliow'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 fair tribes participate her pain > Even now, perhaps,... | |
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