 | John Forster - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 1294
...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...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. Beautifully is it said by Mr. Campbell, that ' fiction in ' poetry is not the reverse of truth, but... | |
 | English poetry - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 468
...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 show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, amhitious of the town, She left... | |
 | John Forster - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 734
...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 piuclfd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When... | |
 | David Daiches - 1979 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...cottage might adom, 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... | |
 | Marshall Brown - 1991 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...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... | |
 | G. S. Rousseau - 1995 - عدد الصفحات: 420
...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...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... | |
 | Andrew Carpenter - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 650
...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... | |
 | Andrew Carpenter - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 662
...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... | |
 | Brian Maidment - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 212
...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... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...the thorn; 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...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! —... | |
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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 and robes of country brown. 
