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When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly by Oliver Goldsmith

By Oliver Goldsmith

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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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"When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly" by Oliver Goldsmith is a love english poem consisting of 9 lines. This English poem by Oliver Goldsmith demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray,...", this piece explores themes of love through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Oliver Goldsmith's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith (c. 1728–1774) was an Irish poet, playwright, and novelist. His poems "The Deserted Village" and "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog" are English classics. His novel "The Vicar of Wakefield" and play "She Stoops to Conquer" remain widely read.

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