Love
When lovely woman stoops to folly
From The Golden Treasury, ed. F. T. Palgrave (1861)
Love
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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MLA
Goldsmith, Oliver. “When lovely woman stoops to folly.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/goldsmith/3/.
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Goldsmith, Oliver. “When lovely woman stoops to folly.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/goldsmith/3/.
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