 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 242
...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...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 (the Poet.) - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 358
...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...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 - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 550
...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 - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 504
...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...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.... | |
 | 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 378
...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 - 1841 - عدد الصفحات: 548
...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 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...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,... | |
 | lord William Pitt Lennox - 1841 - عدد الصفحات: 898
...she lays her head, And pinch'dwith cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores the luckless hour, When, idly, first ambitious of the...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. GOLDSMITH. JANE ASHFORD was the daughter of respectable parents. Her father, Isaac Ashford, had been... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...Sweet as the primrose peeps be.neath the thorn ; Now lost to all , her friends , her virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head , And pinch'd...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 - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 550
...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...thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy I'.iir tribes participate her pain? E'en now, perhape, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors... | |
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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... 
