 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1845 - 472 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1847 - 558 pàgines
...lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And pinched be eaten up by the French in flatbottomed boats;... "A 1847 Crissy & Markley"' Goldsmith Oliver" Oliver Goldsmith( AURURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? E'en now, perhaps, by... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1847 - 290 pàgines
...pinched with c9^^.nd shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, ( Wh«n idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel,...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!... | |
 | Asa Humphrey - 1847 - 238 pàgines
...Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too. EXTRACT FROM "THE DESERTED VILLAGE."— Goldsmith. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'«n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led. At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no.... | |
 | John Forster - 1848 - 744 pàgines
...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...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. Beautifully is it said by Mr. Campbell, that ' fiction in ' poetry is not the reverse of truth, but... | |
 | John Forster - 1848 - 740 pàgines
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the tliorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And pinch'd...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. Beautifully is it said by Mr. Campbell, that ' fiction in ' poetry is not the reverse of truth, but... | |
 | Joachim Fernau - 1848 - 736 pàgines
...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 shower, With heavy...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. Beautifully is it said by Mr. Campbell, that ' fiction in ' poetry is not the reverse of truth, but... | |
 | John Forster - 1848 - 734 pàgines
...lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And piuclfd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. Beautifully is it said by Mr. Campbell, that ' fiction in ' poetry is not the reverse of truth, but... | |
 | English poetry - 1848 - 468 pàgines
...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, amhitious of the town, She left... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 466 pàgines
...lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy...luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, 20 She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train,... | |
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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... 
