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...cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn: 11 Now 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 heart deplores the luckless hour, When,...

...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...head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the sliow'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left...

...cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, pinched with cold, and shrinking from tb ehower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When...

...her friend*, her virtue fled * # * * * And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower Witli heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, Sue left her wheel and robes of country brown. GOLDSMITH. When the merchant reached Rue Richelieu the...

...Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim. GOLDSMITH. Ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. IDEM. '\'\u'. /ii'lils, all iron, cast a gleaming brown. MILTON. The list of brown pigments is very...

...thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, (1) And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower,...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 ! (1) ["These...

...thorn; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, i And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower,...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...

...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 pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When...