 | 1741 - 858 pagina’s
...cold, and (hrinking from the (hower, With heavy heart deplores lhat lucklels hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelieli train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1770 - 44 pagina’s
...cold, and flirinking from the fliower, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? THE DESERTED VILLAGE.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1774 - 70 pagina’s
...cold, and flirinking from the (bower,.. With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine,, the lovelieft train,, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? Even now, perhaps,... | |
 | Martin Madan - 1781 - 422 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...cold and fhi inking. from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine fweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fa'r tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n now, perhaps,... | |
 | 1785 - 320 pagina’s
...cold and flu-inking from the fhow'r, With heavj heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the 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 pagina’s
...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 Adams - 1789 - 376 pagina’s
...cold, andfhrinking from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the 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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 pagina’s
...cold, and flu-inking from the fhow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, largely fobers us again. Fir'd fweet Auburn, thine,thelovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n now, perhaps,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 510 pagina’s
...cold, and flirinking from the Ihow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklcfs hour, When idly firft, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown ! Do thine, fwcct Auburn, thine, the lovelieft Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? [train, K\'n now, perhaps,... | |
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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... 
