...eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, lias wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose eeps beneath the thorn. Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she...

...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...head, And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left...

...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...the thorn, Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fle<l, Near her betrayer's door, she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the...

...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty...primrose peeps beneath the thorn, Now lost to all 5 her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And pinch'd with cold,...

...universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrust : Her modest looks the cottage might adorn} Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn...

...joy ! [eyes Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies : She, once perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrust; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn;...

...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...head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the show'r, With heavy heart implores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left...

..." Ah, turn thy eyes" — exclaims Goldsmith, " Where the poor houseless, shivering; female lies — Now lost to all her friends, her virtue fled; Near her betrayer's door she lays her head; With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her...

...of its cares awhile ; And light the sunken cheek of sorrow with a smile ! \° VII. MISS TAYLOR.* -' Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn." Deserted Village. ONE evening, sitting o'er a foaming can Of Whitbread's porter, like a sober man,...

...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...her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's dour she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplorrs...