 | Mrs. Barbauld (Anna Letitia) - 1816 - 414 pages
...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 - 298 pages
...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 - 294 pages
...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 - 192 pages
...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 - 274 pages
...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 pages
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her fiiends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd...loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1819 - 120 pages
...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 - 398 pages
...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... | |
 | Charles Richson - 1820 - 98 pages
...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 - 236 pages
...her betrayer's door she lays her head ; [er, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the showWith heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly...loveliest train. Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread! Ah, no.... | |
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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... 
