 | 1800 - 322 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 страници
...plenty bless'd, Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now...fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head ; And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 страници
...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...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... | |
 | 1806 - 330 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Edward Mangin - 1808 - 240 страници
...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...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 страници
...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 shower, With heavy...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 страници
...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...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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...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...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... | |
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And, pinch' d with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. 
