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
- Алексей Плещеев – Как солнце блещет ярко
- Джон Мильтон – О своей слепоте
- A Tale of the Sea by William Topaz McGonagall
- Владимир Орлов – Летит корабль
- My Mother by Mahmoud Darwish
- Impromptu Lines to Captain Riddell by Robert Burns
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 20. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- Xai Kou
- Attack On The Ad-Man
- Two Sonnets On Fame poem – John Keats poems
- Омар Хайям – Благородство страданием, друг, рождено
- Николай Глазков – Давно хотел сложить стихи
- Mother Nature by Walter William Safar
- Robert Burns: The Gallant Weaver:
- Over The Roofs by Sara Teasdale
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).
