 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,...  The Deserted Village, Traveller, and Miscellaneous Poems - Pagina 24door Oliver Goldsmith - 1819 - 108 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 242 pagina’s
...tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends,...Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 360 pagina’s
...tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her friends,...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. 17 ' These poor shivering females have once seen happier days, and been flattered into beauty. They... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith (the Poet.) - 1839 - 358 pagina’s
...tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her friends,...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. i7 ' These poor shivering females have once seen happier days, and been flattered into beauty. They... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 550 pagina’s
...distrcst ¡ Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thom ; ce my child, and held my daughter in my arms, whose silence only spoke her raptures. "And art pinched with cold, and shrinking from the ehower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1840 - 504 pagina’s
...tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all ; her friends,...Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At pruud men's... | |
 | 1840 - 378 pagina’s
...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,...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 left... | |
 | 1840 - 368 pagina’s
...• - Y Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ,Not? lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her...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 left... | |
 | John Timbs - 1840 - 430 pagina’s
...female lies ; She once, perhaps, in .village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest : Now lost to all her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head." 287. Boar-hunters refreshed at St. Augustine's Monastery. Canterbury ; JR Herbert ; a clever picture,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 398 pagina’s
...tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends,...left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, eweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now perhaps,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 pagina’s
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue ned, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd...Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's... | |
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