 | Pierce Egan - 1819 - 398 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...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1820 - 488 psl.
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fle<l, Near her betrayer's door, she lays her head, And,...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... | |
 | Charles Richson - 1820 - 98 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...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 Aikin - 1821 - 314 psl.
...distrust; 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - 446 psl.
...modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all 5 her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's...pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - 236 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 ; [er, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the showWith heavy heart deplores that luckless hour,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1822 - 194 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...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... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 296 psl.
...distress'd; 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...brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest Do thy fair tribes.participate her pain? [train, E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 428 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...head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy heart implores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | Franklin James Didier - 1822 - 218 psl.
...turn thy eyes" — exclaims Goldsmith, " Where the poor houseless, shivering; female lies — Now lost to all her friends, her virtue fled; Near her betrayer's door she lays her head; With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her... | |
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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,... 
