 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1821 - 446 páginas
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all 5 her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 314 páginas
...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... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 296 páginas
...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...brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest Do thy fair tribes.participate her pain? [train, E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud... | |
 | Franklin James Didier - 1822 - 218 páginas
...lies — 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...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown." In winter they sleep in the brickyards, where they lie, conglomreated (as it were) in each others arms.... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 428 páginas
...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 implores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 páginas
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn; Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled; of Oeta threw Into th* Euboic sea. Othe Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led. At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no. To... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 páginas
...primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's dour she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplorrs that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1825 - 160 páginas
...her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, AVith heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly...wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet AUBURM, thine, the lovelies! Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? f train, E'en now, perhaps,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 310 páginas
...adorn, S'jyeet 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 beavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When iiJly first, ambitious of the town, i She... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 páginas
...head, And, pineh'd with eold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luekless st by Hell-gate, and kept the fatal key, Ris'n, and with hideous outery rash' eountry brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes partieipate her... | |
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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... 
