 | Oliver Goldsmith (the Poet.) - 1839 - 358 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...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 - 550 pages
...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... | |
 | 1840 - 378 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 - 1841 - 292 pages
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue ned, 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 - 1841 - 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...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 - 898 pages
...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 - 1845 - 550 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...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... | |
 | 1845 - 614 pages
...she lays her head, And, pinched with ccl'l. and shrinking from the shower With heavy heart deplore^ that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of...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.... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1845 - 472 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1847 - 558 pages
...lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And pinched be eaten up by the French in flatbottomed boats;... "A 1847 Crissy & Markley"' Goldsmith Oliver" Oliver Goldsmith( AURURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? E'en now, perhaps, by... | |
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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... 
