 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1770 - 44 стор.
...thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 19 Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they a/ka little bread ! Ah, no. To diftant climes, a dreary fcene, Where half the convex world intrudes... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1774 - 70 стор.
...Do thine, fweet AUBURN, thine,, the lovelieft train,, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they afk a little bread ! Ah, no. To diftant climes, a dreary fcene, Where half the convex world intrudes... | |
 | 1785 - 316 стор.
...dreary fcene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid trafts with fainting fteps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their wo. Far...different there from all that charm'd before, The various terror* of that horrid fhore ; Thofe blazing funs that dart a downward ray, And fiercely fhed intolerable... | |
 | John Scott, John Hoole - 1785 - 544 стор.
...: Do thine, Jweet Auburn, thine the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'vn now perhaps by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they afk a little bread. The reply to this query, introduces the emigration in full detail : Ah no ! to... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 стор.
...brown. Do thine, fweet Auburn, thine,thelovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Ev'n raviih'd fight ; Some lords it bids rcfign, and turns their wan afk a little bread ! Ah, no ! To diftant climes, a dreary fcene, Where half the convex \vorld intrudes... | |
 | 1792 - 112 стор.
...hunger led , At proud mens doors they ask a little bread ! AH , no. To diftant climes , a dreary fcene , Where half the convex world intrudes between , Through torrid tracts with fainting fteps they go , Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. Far diflTrent there from all that charm'd before,... | |
 | John Moore - 1792 - 584 стор.
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 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1794 - 124 стор.
...thine, fweet Auburn — thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they afk a little bread ! Ah ! no. To dittant climes, a dreary fcene, Where half the convex world intrudes... | |
 | T AGERTON - 1794 - 390 стор.
...Do thine, fweet AUBURK, thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they afk a little bread ! 340 Ah, no. To diftant climes, a dreary fcene, When half the convex world intrudes... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 574 стор.
...brown. Do thine, fweetAuburn,thine, the lovelieft train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Kv'n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led. At proud men's doors they aik a little bread ! Ah, no ! to diflant climes, a dreary fcenc, Where half the convex world intrudes... | |
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With heavy heart, deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the 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? 
