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
- Николай Карамзин – Гимн слепых
- Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter
- The Affliction Of Margaret by William Wordsworth
- In Midas’ Country by Sylvia Plath
- For Sidney Bechet by Philip Larkin
- My angel’s face by Vinko Kalinić
- The Constellations by William Cullen Bryant
- Apostroph. by Walt Whitman
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- Николай Языков – Вечер (Прохладен воздух был)
- Fragment on Sensibility by Robert Burns
- After the Last Glacier is Gone by Benjamin Alva Polley
- The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- Over The Roofs by Sara Teasdale
- Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. by Walt Whitman
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).
