Oliver Goldsmith

(10 November 1730 – 4 April 1774 / County Longford / Ireland)

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly - Poem 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.


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  • Rookie yactoo acton (8/20/2006 6:20:00 PM)

    this poet is a distant relative of mine can any submit later family members of this man so i can trace up to today (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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