 | William Cobbett - Great Britain - 1815 - 746 pages
...Her modest looks the Coitage might adoro. Sweet as ihe primrose peeps beocalh the ihom Now lost io all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head." If the right hon. gentleman was a sportsman, he never would have thought of distressing females ; for... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1816 - 240 pages
...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...head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the ahow'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | 1816 - 612 pages
...And pinrli'il wi'h c»ld, and shrinking from the -liiiurr, . With heavy heart deplores that luckltM hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. , l£ we wanted another specimen of the iHj'hnrholv cast, we might quote the parting scene > — the... | |
 | Mrs. Barbauld (Anna Letitia) - English literature - 1816 - 414 pages
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn; Kow lost to all ; her friends, her virtue Bed, Near her 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 of the town, She... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Authors - 1816 - 298 pages
...cold, and fhrinking from the fhower, With heavy heart) deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firlt, 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! At proud men's doors... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1818 - 294 pages
...primrose peeps heneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her hetrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and...heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, amhitions of the town, She left her wheel, and rohes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - Book ornamentation - 1817 - 192 pages
...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...head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show Y. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1818 - 274 pages
...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 498 pages
...cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her fiiends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays...loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain .' Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1819 - 120 pages
...; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose eeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's...Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, •Bo thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's... | |
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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,... 
