 | 1800 - 322 pagine
...these no troubles e'er annoy! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless, shivering...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 pagine
...joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah } turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 pagine
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ?.... Ah, turn thine eyas Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 pagine
...female lies : She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd, Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as...virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head ; And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 pagine
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies : She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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,... | |
 | 1806 - 330 pagine
...these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy! Are these thy serious thoughts? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor, houseless, shivering...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... | |
 | Edward Mangin - 1808 - 240 pagine
...thine eyes, Where the poor, houseless, shiv'ring female lies : 174 She once, perhaps, iu village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; 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,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 pagine
...turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her...fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 pagine
...distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorp, Ntiw 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 heart deplores that luckless hour,... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 pagine
...distrest; 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, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour,... | |
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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 shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and... 
