 | Asa Humphrey - 1847 - 238 pages
...Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too. EXTRACT FROM "THE DESERTED VILLAGE."— Goldsmith. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'«n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led. At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no.... | |
 | John Forster - 1848 - 744 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. Beautifully is it said by Mr. Campbell, that ' fiction in ' poetry is not the reverse of truth, but... | |
 | John Forster - 1848 - 740 pages
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the tliorn ; 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. Beautifully is it said by Mr. Campbell, that ' fiction in ' poetry is not the reverse of truth, but... | |
 | John Forster - 1848 - 734 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Joachim Fernau - 1848 - 736 pages
...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 shower, With heavy...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 - 468 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, amhitious of the town, She left... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 466 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...luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, 20 She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train,... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 pages
...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... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 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'rk With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When, idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 pages
...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... | |
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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... 
