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
- Иван Крылов – Ода, выбранная из псалма 14-го
- Kinu Goala’s Alley – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Beast by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Британишский – Еретик
- Ольга Седакова – Все труды
- O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied by William Wordsworth
- The Perfect High by Shel Silverstein
- Song: Eternity of Love Protested by Thomas Carew
- Love by William Shakespeare
- Taking Leave of a Friend poem – Ezra Pound poems
- In Springtime by Rudyard Kipling
- The Deeper Shadow by Pierre Reverdy
- Наум Коржавин – Гамлет
- A Garden-Seat At Home by William Lisle Bowles
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XIV. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale by William Wordsworth
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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).
