 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 to all : her friends,...  The Poetical Works - Pàgina 41per Oliver Goldsmith - 1836 - 118 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1792 - 112 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 pàgines
...joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah } turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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... | |
 | 1800 - 322 pàgines
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless, shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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 - 1803 - 192 pàgines
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ?.... Ah, turn thine eyas Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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 - 1805 - 264 pàgines
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies : She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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... | |
 | 1806 - 330 pàgines
...universal joy! Are these thy serious thoughts? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor, houseless, shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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 pàgines
...thine eyes, Where the poor, houseless, shiv'ring female lies : 174 She once, perhaps, iu village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; 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... | |
 | Edward Mangin - 1808 - 236 pàgines
...houseless, shiv'ring'female lies: J • VI • , .»- \ .. 1 , i» She once, pefhaps, in village-plenty blest/ Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Her...Near her betrayer's door she lays' her head ; And, pinch'J with cold, and shrinkingfromtheshow'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 pàgines
...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...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 pàgines
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ?—Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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... | |
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