 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 242 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...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 ! Ah, no.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - Medicine in literature - 1839 - 360 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...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 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...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 - English literature - 1839 - 550 pages
...fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And pinched with cold, and shrinking from the ehower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When...first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and rubes of country brown. Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - English literature - 1840 - 504 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...loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At pruud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no.... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 378 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'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | John Timbs - 1840 - 430 pages
...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 - 292 pages
...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...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 - 1841 - 398 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...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 - 548 pages
...Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betmyer's door she lays her head, And pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy...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! Ah, no! To... | |
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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,... 
