Oliver Goldsmith

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

Song From 'The Vicar Of Wakefield' - 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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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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