 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 стор.
...troubles e'er annoy ! Sure, these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor, houseless, shivering female lies : She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd, Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 стор.
...turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Her...the thorn, Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue tied, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower,... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 стор.
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ?—Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 стор.
...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. • She once, perhaps, in village plenty...might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorp, Ntiw lost to all ; her friends ; her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head,... | |
 | 1809 - 402 стор.
...Are these thy serious thoughts; Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor ho useless shiv'ring female liei. She, once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...distrest; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet us the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue Sol, Near her betrayer's... | |
 | Medora Gordon Byron - 1809 - 342 стор.
...like The good old patriarch upon record, Hold tbe fleet an-el fast, untU be bless tiee,'" CHAP. XIII, She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept...distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Jvreet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. GOLDSMITH. Alas! no more that joyous morn appears That... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 стор.
...plenty blest, las wept at talcs of innocence distrest ; :Ier modest looks the cottage might adorn,Sweet ron rise, And Carmel's flow'r* top perfumes the skies I Hark ! a glad voice the lonely desert che bctraver's door she la\ > her head ; \nd pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 648 стор.
...joy ! {eyes Are i lii'M- thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine Where tbe poor houseless shiv'ring female lies : She, once perhaps, in village plenty...fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, An-!, pincli'd with cold, and shrinking from tbe sbow'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless how,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1810 - 436 стор.
...tnrn thine eyes Where the poor honseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her...beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtne fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 656 стор.
...[eyes Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine Where the poor houseless shiv'ring ft male lies : She, once perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distresl ; Her modest looks the cottage Blight adurn, Sweet as the primrose pet ps beneath the thorn... | |
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Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? Ah ! turn thine eyes... 
