 | Mrs. Barbauld (Anna Letitia) - 1816 - عدد الصفحات: 414
...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 - 1816 - عدد الصفحات: 298
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...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 - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 192
...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 Y. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 274
...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...train—- Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? £'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread! Far different... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 120
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose eeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And pinch'd...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... | |
 | Pierce Egan - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 398
...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 of the town, She left... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 488
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 98
...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 of the town, She left... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all 5 her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And 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... | |
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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... 
