 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 102 str.
...cold, and fhrinking from the fliow'r, With heavy heart deplores that lucklefs hour, When idly firft, 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 > Even now, perhaps,... | |
 | 1809 - 402 str.
...betrayer's door she lays her hetil; And uinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the sbow'r, With heavy hearl deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She leftherwheel, and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loreliot train, Do thy... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 str.
...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...left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, fair Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n now, perhaps,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1810 - 436 str.
...adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtne fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd...shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that lnckless honr, When idly first, ambitions of the town, s She left her wheel, and robes of conntry brown.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 656 str.
...adurn, Sweet as the primrose pet ps 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 - 1812 - 470 str.
...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,...She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine,sweetAuBim»r,thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1813 - 124 str.
...fled, Near her betrayer's door she layi her head, And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the "v . shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour,...wheel and robes of country brown. . . Do thine, sweet Auburnf thine, the lovliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now, perhaps, by... | |
 | 1814 - 310 str.
...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...thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thv fair tribes participate her pain ? Kv'n now. perhaps, by cold and hunger led. At proud men's doors... | |
 | 1815 - 210 str.
...Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pincird with cold, and shrinkin; from the show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When,...the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown....GoIdsmitlt. THE female who hesitates on the threshold of temptation, by stopping to listen... | |
 | 1816 - 612 str.
...And pinrli'il wi'h c»ld, and shrinking from the -liiiurr, . With heavy heart deplores that luckltM hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. , l£ we wanted another specimen of the iHj'hnrholv cast, we might quote the parting scene > — the... | |
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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... 
