 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
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 314 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 - 1822 - 194 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. To... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 296 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...brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest Do thy fair tribes.participate her pain? [train, E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud... | |
 | Franklin James Didier - 1822 - 218 strani
...lies — Now lost to all her friends, her virtue fled; Near her betrayer's door she lays her head; With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown." In winter they sleep in the brickyards, where they lie, conglomreated (as it were) in each others arms.... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 428 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 implores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 strani
...primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's dour she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplorrs that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1825 - 476 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 - 1825 - 160 strani
...her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, AVith heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly...wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet AUBURM, thine, the lovelies! Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? f train, E'en now, perhaps,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 310 strani
...adorn, S'jyeet 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 beavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When iiJly first, ambitious of the town, i She... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 strani
...head, And, pineh'd with eold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luekless st by Hell-gate, and kept the fatal key, Ris'n, and with hideous outery rash' eountry brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes partieipate her... | |
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