When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly
by Oliver Goldsmith
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is—to die.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- In Measures by Shaunna Harper
- Back I Go to My Prison by Ms Tabzeer Yaseen
- Robert Burns: Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame:
- Robert Burns: Written By Somebody On The Window Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.: Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.
- When I Came Last to Ludlow poem – A. E. Housman
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот и настал этот час опять
- I am your friend by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- I Know an Aged Man Constrained to Dwell by William Wordsworth
- Омар Хайям – Мы источник веселья, и скорби рудник
- Валерий Брюсов – Филлида
- Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope
- Bluebeard by Sylvia Plath
- Ash Wednesday by T. S. Eliot
- Владимир Маяковский – Нас шахтер углем поздравит… (РОСТА)
- Николай Гумилев – Любовь весной
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
