| 1741 - 858 pàgines
...head, And, pinch'd with cold, and (hrinking from the (hower, With heavy heart deplores lhat lucklels hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She...country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelieli train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led,... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1770 - 44 pàgines
...Near her betrayer's door fhe lays her head, And pinch'd with cold, and flirinking from the fliower, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When...lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 19 Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they a/ka... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1780 - 204 pàgines
...fled, Near her betrayer's door fhe lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and fhrinking from the mower, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When...country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine, the love! ieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led,... | |
| Martin Madan - 1781 - 422 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...Near her betrayer's door fhe lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold and fhi inking. from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When...thine fweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fa'r tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doers... | |
| 1785 - 316 pàgines
...fled, Near her betrayer's door me lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold and fhrinking from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Ah no ! To diftant climes, a dreary fcene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid... | |
| 1785 - 320 pàgines
...betrayer's door fhe lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold and flu-inking from the fhow'r, With heavj heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft,...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 pàgines
...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 Scott, John Hoole - 1785 - 544 pàgines
...The Author now rather unfkilfully returns to his fubject, by the following inquiry : Do thine, Jweet Auburn, thine the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'vn now perhaps by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they afk a little bread. The reply... | |
| John Adams - 1789 - 376 pàgines
...fled, Near her betrayer's door fhe lays her head, And pinch'd with cold, andfhrinking from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When...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... | |
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