 | 1809 - 402 psl.
...betrayer's door she lays her hetil; And uinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the sbow'r, With heavy hearl deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She leftherwheel, and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loreliot train, Do thy... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 656 psl.
...Her modest looks the cottage Blight adurn, Sweet as the primrose pet ps 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1810 - 436 psl.
...might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtne fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head,...shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that lnckless honr, When idly first, ambitions of the town, s She left her wheel, and robes of conntry brown.... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 psl.
...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, 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 psl.
...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, An-!, pincli'd with cold, and shrinking from tbe sbow'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless how,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1812 - 470 psl.
...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...She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine,sweetAuBim»r,thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1813 - 124 psl.
...; Her modest looks the 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, And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the "v . shower, With heavy heart deplores... | |
 | 1814 - 310 psl.
...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...thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thv fair tribes participate her pain ? Kv'n now. perhaps, by cold and hunger led. At proud men's doors... | |
 | Elegant poems - 1814 - 132 psl.
...betrajer'sdoor she lays her head ; show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idlj first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and...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.... | |
 | Lady Emma Hamilton - 1815 - 210 psl.
...Tier 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, pincird with cold, and shrinkin; from the show'r, 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,... 
