 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...  Addison to Blake - Strana 369úprava: - 1880Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1830 - Počet stránok 544
...child, it will please your old father." She complied in a manner so exquisitely pathetic as miedme. th awayl The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her... | |
 | David C. Bunnell - 1831 - Počet stránok 206
...discovery of the place of her retreat. This scene brought to. mind the following beautiful lines : — <; When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late,...soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her guilt away ?" I remained in Charleston until I had spent all my money, and then shipped on board an English vessel,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1832 - Počet stránok 464
...too late, that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy ? What art can wash her guilt away 1 The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame...give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, ia—to die. As she was concluding the last stanza, to which an interruption in her -voice, from sorrow,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1833 - Počet stránok 478
...moved me. When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy ? What art can wash her guilt away...give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is—to die. As she was concluding the last stanza, to which an interruption in her voice from sorrow... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1834 - Počet stránok 600
...Primrose had to think of, when that fair desolate sung those never to be forgotten stanzas : — ' When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late...to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.' Theresa calls on Trevelyan, and he is soon bending over the couch of her anguish, despair, and mortal... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - Počet stránok 590
...Primrose had to think of, when that fair desolate sung those never to be forgotten stanzas : — • When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late...to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.' Theresa calls on Trevelyan, and he is soon bending over the couch of her anguish, despair, and mortal... | |
 | Michael Scott - 1834 - Počet stránok 702
...scenes I witnessed there that day and night. CHAPTER XIII. THE PIRATE'S LEMAN. " When lovely Avoman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray,...to her lover, And wring his bosom, is — to die." Vicar of Wakefieid. " Ay Dios, si sera posible que he ya hallado lugar que pueda tervir de escondida... | |
 | 1835 - Počet stránok 466
...other child of bliss, I may alike be blest nt last. EKORT PLAGIARISM, BY GOLDSMITH. (_To the Editor.) " When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late...to her lover. And wring his bosom, is — to die." Chappell, and increased a greate parte of the East ende of the saied halle, beside many other good... | |
 | 1835 - Počet stránok 378
...Died 1774. When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy ? What art can wash her guilt away...repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is to die. FROM THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still,... | |
 | England - 1835 - Počet stránok 794
...GOLDSMITH. Born 1728— Died 1774When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame...repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is to die. FROM THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still,... | |
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