 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1864 - 182 pages
...village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now...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... | |
 | James Beattie, Oliver Goldsmith - 1864 - 540 pages
...plenty bless'd, Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now...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... | |
 | 1912 - 440 pages
...plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distressed; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn; Now...fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When... | |
 | Percy Adams Hutchinson - 1912 - 572 pages
...village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn: Now...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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 pages
...lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her bead, And, pinch'd ith Spirits of Heaven, Hell-doomed, and breath'st...Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue 701 Thy linger paiu ? E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! 340... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 pages
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 | Upton Sinclair - 1915 - 978 pages
...village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn; Now...— Near her betrayer's door she lays her head; And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When,... | |
 | Ernest Bernbaum - 1918 - 422 pages
...lost to 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...train, — Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread! Ah, no! To... | |
 | Ernest Bernbaum - 1918 - 412 pages
...lost to 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...Auburn, — thine, the loveliest train,— Do thy fair fribes participate her pain? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask... | |
 | 1918 - 2062 pages
...plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distressed ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When... | |
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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 robes of country brown. 
