 | 1800 - 322 стор.
...turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless, shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Her...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 - 1800 - 192 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...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 - 1803 - 192 стор.
...turn thine eyas Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her...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 - 1804 - 114 стор.
...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 as...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 - 1805 - 264 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...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... | |
 | 1806 - 330 стор.
...turn thine eyes Where the poor, houseless, shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her...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 - 1806 - 248 стор.
...thoughts !— Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence...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,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 стор.
...thoughts!— Ah! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village-plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence...fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 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...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.
...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...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,... | |
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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. 
