WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her tears away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from ev'ry eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom is -- to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE WORLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |