 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 pagina’s
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ?—Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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 - 1809 - 322 pagina’s
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. • She once, perhaps, in village plenty...might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorp, Ntiw lost to all ; her friends ; her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head,... | |
 | 1809 - 402 pagina’s
...Are these thy serious thoughts; Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor ho useless shiv'ring female liei. She, once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...distrest; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet us the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue Sol, Near her betrayer's... | |
 | Medora Gordon Byron - 1809 - 342 pagina’s
...like The good old patriarch upon record, Hold tbe fleet an-el fast, untU be bless tiee,'" CHAP. XIII, She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Jvreet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. GOLDSMITH. Alas! no more that joyous morn appears That... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 pagina’s
...these thy serious thoughts ?—Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor, houseless, shivering female lies. F She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 648 pagina’s
...joy ! {eyes Are i lii'M- thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine Where tbe poor houseless shiv'ring female lies : She, once perhaps, in village plenty...fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, An-!, pincli'd with cold, and shrinking from tbe sbow'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless how,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1810 - 436 pagina’s
...tnrn thine eyes Where the poor honseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her...beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtne fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 656 pagina’s
...tales of innocence distresl ; Her modest looks the cottage Blight adurn, Sweet as the primrose pet ps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her friends,...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 - 1813 - 124 pagina’s
...these thy serious thoughts.... Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female liei. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath tue thorn, Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she layi her head,... | |
 | 1815 - 210 pagina’s
...female lip* She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest: Tier modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the...fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pincird with cold, and shrinkin; from the show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When,... | |
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Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor... 
