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" And, pinched 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 robes of country brown. "
Fictive Domains: Body, Landscape, and Nostalgia, 1717-1770 - 129 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith

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...
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Poems and Essays

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...
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The Miscellaneous Works of O.G.: To which is Prefixed Some Account of His ...

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...
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Selections from the British Poets, 2±Ç

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...
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The Literary world, conducted by J. Timbs, 3±Ç

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,...
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Selections from the British Poets, 2±Ç

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...
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The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and ...

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,...
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Goldsmith's Miscellaneous Works

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...
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Compton Audley; or, Hands not hearts

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,...
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The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With the Portrait of the Author

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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