...And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from tfu shower With heavy heart deplores that luckless honr, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brow •> Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelier iw, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain 1...

...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'rk With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When, idly first, ambitious of the town, She left...

...And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from th; shower With heavy heart deplores that luckless ho"' When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brow- • Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the lovelier- •», Do thy fair tribes participate her pain...

...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...luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, 335 She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train,...

...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...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. The imaginary geography of the distant regions to which the wretched country folk are forced to emigrate...

...and depopulated one. And finally it collapses into pure nostalgia for a space, containing nothing: Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? . . . Ah, no. (lines 337-41) An inventory of the repeated terms in the poem will confirm the point...

...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." The close of the poem is beautiful, but mere imagination and romance. In his enthusiastic vision, Commerce...

...thorn; Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, 210 And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower,...idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel 2 * and robes of country brown.... Even now the devastation is begun, And half the business of destruction...

...to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, 210 And pinch' d with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy...When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel28 and robes of country brown.... Even now the devastation is begun, And half the business of...

...beneath the thorn; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lies her head, And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Despite the sententiousness of Goldsmith's neatly formulated couplets, the appropriateness of his narrative...