 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 pagina’s
...these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah } turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest. Has wept...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... | |
 | 1800 - 322 pagina’s
...these thy serious thoughts? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless, shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 pagina’s
...these thy serious thoughts ?.... Ah, turn thine eyas Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 pagina’s
...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 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 pagina’s
...these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies : She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...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,... | |
 | 1806 - 330 pagina’s
...these thy serious thoughts? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor, houseless, shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...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,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 pagina’s
...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...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue tied, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd... | |
 | Edward Mangin - 1808 - 240 pagina’s
...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...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... | |
 | Edward Mangin - 1808 - 236 pagina’s
...distrest; 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 ; And, pinch'J with cold, and shrinkingfromtheshow'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly,... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 pagina’s
...these thy serious thoughts ?—Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...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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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 heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and... 
