| Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 360 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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, When... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 242 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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, When... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1840 - 504 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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, When... | |
| 1840 - 378 ÆäÀÌÁö
...distress'd ; 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 show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When... | |
| John Timbs - 1840 - 430 ÆäÀÌÁö
...female lies ; She once, perhaps, in .village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest : Now lost to all her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head." 287. Boar-hunters refreshed at St. Augustine's Monastery. Canterbury ; JR Herbert ; a clever picture,... | |
| 1840 - 368 ÆäÀÌÁö
...• - Y Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ,Not? 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... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 548 ÆäÀÌÁö
...primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betmyer's door she lays her head, And pinched with cold, and...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? E'en now,... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 398 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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, When... | |
| lord William Pitt Lennox - 1841 - 898 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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'dwith cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores the luckless hour, When,... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1842 - 416 ÆäÀÌÁö
...distrest; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose peeps be.neath 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 , When... | |
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