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
- Олег Григорьев – С длинным батоном под мышкой
- Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare
- Plaidoirie for a “Prince” of Jaffna by T. Wignesan
- When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly by Oliver Goldsmith
- Toward Salvation
- The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake
- Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare
- STUNNED by Satish Verma
- The Evening Light poem – Alfred Austin
- The Oak Of Guernica Supposed Address To The Same by William Wordsworth
- The Derelict by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet CXIV by William Shakespeare
- Nanny’s Cow by William Barnes
- We’re Late by W H Auden
- Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are poem – John Keats poems
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