 | Oliver Goldsmith - English literature - 1820 - 488 pages
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fle<l, 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 idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - 236 pages
...female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrust : Her modest looks the cottage might adorn} Sweet as...virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head ; [er, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the showWith heavy heart deplores that luckless hour,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - 446 pages
...modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all 5 her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's...head, And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain... | |
 | British poets - Classical poetry - 1822 - 290 pages
...female lies: She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd, Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as...head, 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - Bible - 1822 - 194 pages
...female lies : She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd, Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn. Sweet as...head, 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... | |
 | Franklin James Didier - England - 1822 - 218 pages
..." Ah, turn thy eyes" — exclaims Goldsmith, " Where the poor houseless, shivering; female 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 idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1824 - 1062 pages
...annoy t Sure these denote one universal joy 1 Are these thy serious thoughts — Ah, turn thineeyes, is annual visit. Half-afraid, he first Against the...brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then hopping o'er shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 pages
...female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd. Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn. Sweet as...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - English literature - 1825 - 476 pages
...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 shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1825 - 600 pages
...perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innoeenee distrest ; Her modest looks the eottage n these to her Satan return'd. So strange the outery,...interposest, that my sudden hand Prevented, spares to pineh'd with eold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luekless hour, When... | |
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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. 
