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
- Dead Musicians by Siegfried Sassoon
- Living in my Bliss by Nina Gabriel
- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth
- Evening wind by Yosa Buson
- Summer by Pornika Ganguly
- Feroke
- The River Of Pearls At Fez Translation
- Barmaid by William Ernest Henley
- Lost poem – Alfred Austin
- Mother Teresa by Raj Napal
- Lucky by Tony Hoagland
- How Distant by Philip Larkin
- Otho The Great – Act III poem – John Keats poems
- Snail Poem by Peter Orlovsky
- Autumn by Stevie Smith
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