Tribute to Oliver Goldsmith
Tribute to O.Goldsmith
When a lovely woman stoops to folly
and finds too late that men betray.
What can cure her melancholy?
what can wash her guilt away?
Oliver Goldsmith
When a lovely woman stoops to folly
then she alone must bear the shame.
She had her fling but now by golly
she finds that she has lost the game.
And finds too late that men betray.
It was her choice she took her
her lust with no delay
and joined him in the oldest dance.
What can cure her melancholy?
Except perhaps a new affair
another essay into folly.
Has she the courage will she dare.
What can wash her guilt away?
She can pretend to innocence
What no one knows no one can say.
Her silence is her best defence.
18-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg

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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?
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Song From 'The Vicar Of Wakefield
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.
poem by Oliver Goldsmith

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When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly
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.
poem by Oliver Goldsmith

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That Successful Bat - Acrostic
Most waste youth's day in hasty way for fruits age finds are folly,
And seldom take the time to slake, to savour Time until too late.
Rose blooms in May, has passed away when boughs are decked with holly.
It therefore seems, despite blinds schemes that Man dreams up to counter fate,
Each must essay the game to play in full when young and jolly.
Just measures to determine through experience often frustrate,
Or seem delay that cannot pay – thus lead to melancholy.
Sincerely though, if Truth you’d know, stand back awhile to calculate
Each interplay of facts which may assist a valid volley
Ensuring that successful bat which makes Life’s innings scintillate.
poem by Jonathan Robin

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Man fights man.
A man can’t stand a woman’s glances
Nor does he ignore a woman’s tears.
He finds himself timid before her.
He finds himself weak compared to her.
To show his courage he made war with men.
To hide his fear he made the family
In which he imprisoned her for ever.
Man fight man for woman and lose their lives.
26.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.
quote by Oliver Goldsmith

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Its Not Too Late
Gently rolling father time
Is calling to him now,
And though he hears him
He looks out to sea.
Somewhere out there lie his dreams
A story with no ending
And till he finds his answers
He wont be going nowhere
For him, its not too late
Its not too late
For some its never too late
Quietly knocking on her door.
He patiently stands waiting,
And though she hears him
She sits steadfast in her chair.
Somewhere out there never seen
Her hopes and dreams lie waiting,
And till she finds an answer
She wont be going nowhere
For her, its not too late
Its not too late
For some its never too late
For everything we know thats certain
There is much we cannot see,
So we choose to close the curtain,
Never knowing what could have been
Its not too late, its not too late, never too late
Slowly rocking the babys bed
He strokes its head and whispers
And though it hears him,
It keeps smiling and kicks its feet
Somewhere out there is a life,
A lifetime made for living
So it holds on fast, it aint going nowhere
For some its not too late,
Its not too late
For some its never too late
For some its not too late
Its not too late
For some its never too late
song performed by by Phil Collins

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What Is Love?
What is Love?
Is it a folly,
Is it mirth, or melancholy?
Joys above,
Are there many, or not any?
What is Love?
If you please,
A most sweet folly!
Full of mirth and melancholy:
Both of these!
In its sadness worth all gladness,
If you please!
Prithee where,
Goes Love a-hiding?
Is he long in his abiding
Anywhere?
Can you bind him when you find him;
Prithee, where?
With spring days
Love comes and dallies:
Upon the mountains, through the valleys
Lie Love's ways.
Then he leaves you and deceives you
In spring days.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

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Hence, All You Vain Delights from the Nice Valour
Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly:
There's nought in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see't,
But only melancholy,
O sweetest melancholy!
Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes,
A sigh that piercing mortifies,
A look that's fastened to the ground,
A tongue chained up without a sound;
Fountain-heads, and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves;
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed, save bats and owls;
A midnight bell, a parting groan:
These are the sounds we feed upon;
Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley,
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
poem by John Fletcher

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The Poet Finds....
The poet finds whatever the moon could not see,
The poet finds whatever the earth does not know,
The poet finds whatever the sun could not see,
The poet finds whatever others do not know,
The poet finds whatever the stars could not see,
So why do the heathen rage and the people plot vanity? !
For she who is pregnant is closer to us,
And the hart pants after streams of water.
Your tears have been your food night and day,
And like your inner self in the lan dof your muse;
But the poet finds whatever the sun could not see.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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Folly
(For A. K. K.)
What distant mountains thrill and glow
Beneath our Lady Folly's tread?
Why has she left us, wise in woe,
Shrewd, practical, uncomforted?
We cannot love or dream or sing,
We are too cynical to pray,
There is no joy in anything
Since Lady Folly went away.
Many a knight and gentle maid,
Whose glory shines from years gone by,
Through ignorance was unafraid
And as a fool knew how to die.
Saint Folly rode beside Jehanne
And broke the ranks of Hell with her,
And Folly's smile shone brightly on
Christ's plaything, Brother Juniper.
Our minds are troubled and defiled
By study in a weary school.
O for the folly of the child!
The ready courage of the fool!
Lord, crush our knowledge utterly
And make us humble, simple men;
And cleansed of wisdom, let us see
Our Lady Folly's face again.
poem by Joyce Kilmer

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Rain: Is my crue..
Rain, rain, rain, rain, heal my heart for it is broken.
Rain, from the angelic-like sky.
Rain, pour here and clean my (heart) , my(mind) , my (soul) .
Rain why are you here?
Rain, are you here to wash away my Pain.......? (no)
Are you here to wash away my Debts.....? (no)
Rain, are you here to wash away Guilt..........? ...........(NO) !
Rain, will never be here for Me, Rain will never be there for You!
But, still i ask the Rain please cover my Tears that are of Guilt, Hate-rid, and Shame? ? ? ? ................................................. ................................................. ............
poem by Naazia Thomas

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Rain: Is my crue...
Rain, rain, rain, rain, heal my heart for it is broken.
Rain, from the angelic-like sky.
Rain, pour here and clean my (heart) , my(mind) , my (soul) .
Rain why are you here?
Rain, are you here to wash away my Pain.......? (no)
Are you here to wash away my Debts.....? (no)
Rain, are you here to wash away Guilt..........? ...........(NO) !
Rain, will never be here for Me, Rain will never be there for You!
But, still i ask the Rain please cover my Tears that are of Guilt, Hate-rid, and Shame? ? ? ? ................................................. ................................................. ............
poem by Naazia Thomas

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Chanson d’Amour
I thought to live without true love
All my life through to be at peace,
But this heart, once again, would prove
Its folly from which I had won free.
Greater the folly is in me
Than child crying foolishly
To possess the lovely star
He sees shining clear and far.
However much I may despair
Love has well rewarded me
For serving him with all the care
I possess, without treachery,
Making Folly’s King of me.
Let all beware his deceit
Who grants such a gift, we see,
To those who serve loyally.
If I show anger it’s no wonder
To one who wounds me so sore
God! If I had him in my power
For just one day and no more:
Then he’d pay for his folly
As God my witness be!
He’d pay with his death, unless
He vanquished my lady blessed.
Ay! Noble heart, that is so wise,
Don’t scorn all my foolishness.
I know I’ve not the slightest right
To love you, just a lover’s right:
But folly drives us recklessly
Like a storm-tossed ship at sea,
That’s blown where the wind will blow,
Until all’s wrecked and brought low.
My lady who lacks never a grace,
Generous, kind, show me mercy:
Since there’s no evil in that face
But all good shines there clearly,
You know from whence this folly
That takes my life comes to me.
To whom can I cry again,
Except to you, in pain?
Song, pay her your respects, she
Is my sweet folly, and please
Beg her for God and honour
Never to prove a traitor.
poem by Le Châtelain de Coucy

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Understanding
The pain that grips you
The fear that binds you
Releases life in me
In our mutual shame we hide our eyes
To blind them from the truth
That finds a way from who we are
Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't scratch it all away
Lying beside you, listening to you breathe
The life that flows inside of you burns inside of me
Cast me not away, say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot bear it all alone
Can't fight it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't scream it all away
It just won't fade away
Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't hope it all away
Yeah
song performed by by Evanescence

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In good spirit
If you don’t tempt men,
Being a woman is of no use.
If you don’t stir women,
Being a man is of no use.
If man finds no interest in women,
Being a man is a waste.
If woman finds no blush before men,
Being a woman is a waste.
It is these kinds of pleasure
That keep both sexes in good spirit.
19.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Melancholy
HENCE, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
There 's naught in this life sweet,
If men were wise to see't,
But only melancholy--
O sweetest melancholy!
Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes,
A sight that piercing mortifies,
A look that 's fasten'd to the ground,
A tongue chain'd up without a sound!
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed, save bats and owls!
A midnight bell, a parting groan--
These are the sounds we feed upon:
Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley,
Nothing 's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
poem by John Fletcher

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Sentimental & Melancholy
Johnny mercer / richard whiting
Sentimental and melancholy
Whenever i think about you
It's only a mood,
A brief interlude
That's better described as just feeling blue
I suppose that it's just my folly
To keep it alive as i do
But it's a kind of sugar coated misery
And foolish as it seems
I thought i'd like to be
Sentimental and melancholy
Whenever i think about you
song performed by by Billie Holiday

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Sentimental Melancholy
Johnny mercer / richard whiting
Sentimental and melancholy
Whenever I think about you
Its only a mood,
A brief interlude
Thats better described as just feeling blue
I suppose that its just my folly
To keep it alive as I do
But its a kind of sugar coated misery
And foolish as it seems
I thought Id like to be
Sentimental and melancholy
Whenever I think about you
song performed by by Billie Holiday

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Dolphin II
She told me tales of Arion
and the sly Ulysses
and filled my ringing ears
with sounding arias
of love among the fishes.
Oh, the waves are the laughter of water!
She dined upon the minnows
the whelk and such-like crill
but took from them contagion
that made her deadly ill
and gone, she's gone away.
Folly, say, and folly
for luxury to make
imperishable mischief
of every sea and lake.
So sadly short of sight.
Oh, the waves are the laughter of water!
Folly, cry, and folly
that loutish lucre makes
illimitable mischief
of every loch and brake.
So madly short of sight
Where is the lovely dolphin
that used to swim with me
along the gleaming torrents of
the vast, uncrowded sea?
the vast, uncrowded sea.
poem by Morgan Michaels

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