 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...  The miscellaneous works of Oliver Goldsmith, with an account of his life and ... - Seite 62von Oliver Goldsmith - 1837Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 348 Seiten
...friends, her yjrinajled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold and shrmking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless...loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? AE'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! /? Ah,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 500 Seiten
...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,...wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet AUEURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? i " To see each joy,"... | |
 | John Forster - 1854 - 572 Seiten
...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,...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. Beautifully is it said by Mr. Campbell, that " fiction in " poetry is not the reverse of truth, but... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, William Collins, George Gilfillan, Thomas Warton - 1854 - 354 Seiten
...Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shorver, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. ^ Co thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain \ Even... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1854 - 564 Seiten
...head,* And pineh'd with eold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luekless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of eountry brown. Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes partieipate her... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1919 - 106 Seiten
...thorn; 330 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,...luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, 335 She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest train,... | |
 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 942 Seiten
...thorn : Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, n his mental training, "has substituted literature...chosen the less useful alternative." But whether we Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no !... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 424 Seiten
...lost to all : her friends, her virtue fled, Xear her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy...participate her pain ? E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger bd, At proud men's doors they ask a Itttle bread ! Ah, no ! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where... | |
 | 1926 - 780 Seiten
...all, — her friends, her virtue fled, — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy...town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown. Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread. Ah, no! To... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 Seiten
...thorn : 330 Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, > 333 She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn, — thine, the loveliest... | |
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