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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... "
Memorials of Shakspeare: Or, Sketches of His Character and Genius - Страница 379
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The Lady's Magazine: Or Entertaining Companion for the Fair Sex ..., Том 38

1807
...c.in wash hcr^uilt away ? ' The, only art her gui't to cover, To hide her shahie fr<nri 'every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die !' Ov: DRAMATIC So THOUGH a soliloquy in the perturbation oi passion is undoi:hu-cly natural, and inuerd...

The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale

Oliver Goldsmith - 1820 - 204 страници
...'.!• .• The only art her guilt to eov«fr, .•;,». "''rt To hide her shame from every eye, ', To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is — to die. As she was concluding the last stanza, to whkli an interruption in her voice from sorrow gave peculiar...

The vicar of Wakefield [by O. Goldsmith].

Oliver Goldsmith - 1799 - 180 страници
...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. As she was conclnding the last stanza, to which aninterrnption in her voice from sorrow gave peculiar...

The Poems of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 129 страници
...What art can wash her guilt 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. ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC. AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys, Which triumph forces from the patriot...

The Myrtle and Vine: Or, Complete Vocal Library, Containing Several ..., Том 2

Charles Henry Wilson - 1803
...What art can wash her guilt 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 ! CORN RIGGS ARE BONNY. MY Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy, His breath is sweeter than...

The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 148 страници
...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. DESCRIPTION AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER. WHERE the Red Lion staring o'er the way, Invites each passing stranger...

The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 148 страници
...What art can wash her guilt 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. DESCRIPTION AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER. WHERE the Red Lion, staring o'er the way, Invites each passing stranger...

Poetical Works

Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 72 страници
...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. DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BEDCHAMBER. he Red Lion staring o'er the way, * * Invites each passing stranger...

Letters to a Young Lady on a Course of English Poetry: By J. Aikin

John Aikin - 1806 - 297 страници
...What art can wash her guilt away ? Th« 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. I confess, however, they have to me a charm beyond that of almost any piece of the kind with which...

The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.

Oliver Goldsmith - 1809
...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. THE GIFT. TO IRIS, BOW-STREET, COVENT GARDES. ^AY, cruel Iris, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty,...




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