 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1830 - 544 sider
...Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost 0 pinched with cold, and shrinking from tb ehower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When... | |
 | 1831 - 412 sider
...her friend*, her virtue fled * # * * * And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower Witli heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, Sue left her wheel and robes of country brown. GOLDSMITH. When the merchant reached Rue Richelieu the... | |
 | George Field - 1835 - 310 sider
...Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim. GOLDSMITH. Ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. IDEM. '\'\u'. /ii'lils, all iron, cast a gleaming brown. MILTON. The list of brown pigments is very... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1836 - 150 sider
...; 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...loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud mcn's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 534 sider
...thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, (1) And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower,...loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! (1) ["These... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1838 - 544 sider
...Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 582 sider
...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, (1) And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 472 sider
...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, i And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores- that luckless hour,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 578 sider
...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."] (2) [The following paragraph, with which the paper originally concluded, had, probably, some personal... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 sider
...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 pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When... | |
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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,... 
