...Her modest looks the cottage might 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'dwith cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores the luckless hour, When,...

...Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose peeps be.neath the thorn ; Now lost to all , her friends , her virtue fled , Near her...loveliest train , Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? E'en now , perhaps , by cold and hunger led , At proud men's doors they ask a little bread! Ah, no....

...Her modest looks the cottage might 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, pincli'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When...

...grossest: Her modest looks the cottage might adom, 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, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When...

...and depopulated one. And finally it collapses into pure nostalgia for a space, containing nothing: Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? . . . Ah, no. (lines 337-41) An inventory of the repeated terms in the poem will confirm the point...

...Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's...town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown." The close of the poem is beautiful, but mere imagination and romance. In his enthusiastic vision, Commerce...

...thorn; Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, 210 And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower,...idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel 2 * and robes of country brown.... Even now the devastation is begun, And half the business of destruction...

...to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, 210 And pinch' d with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy...When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel28 and robes of country brown.... Even now the devastation is begun, And half the business of...

...distrest; Her modest looks the cottage might 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.16 As Goldsmith no doubt was aware, London in 1770 was full of Irish country girls in this position;...

...distrest; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lies her head, And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that...