Poem of the Day: ‘When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly’

Oliver Goldsmith (1728–1774) wrote either too little or too much. As a hack writer in London, he poured out inferior, often pseudonymous work for the poor pay of the local publishers: “Nothing is more apt to introduce us to the gates of the muses than Poverty,” he observed, and poverty drove him to write and write and write. The fact that he helped create his poverty by his incessant gambling was almost incidental. He was, all in all, as strange a man as English literature has managed to produce, and his friendships among the 18th-century literary types — from Samuel Johnson (1709–1784) to Edmund Burke (1729–1797) — made Goldsmith’s peculiarities all the more striking. In the midst of as monstrously articulate a group of talkers as the world has ever known, he was poorly spoken enough that the actor David Garrick (1717–1779) composed a mock epitaph that ran: “Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, / Who wrote like an angel, but talked like poor Poll.” He was vain, envious of any praise given another, inarticulate, and absurd.The problem, which even his 18th-century acquaintances couldn’t solve, is that he really did write like an angel. “The Vicar of Wakefield” (1766) occupies a solid (if slightly tangential) place in the history of the English novel. His comedy “She Stoops to Conquer” is (1773) is still performed in theaters. The long heroic-couplet poem “The Deserted Village” (1770) is as good as that kind of social commentary can get. “The Traveller” is steady philosophy in poetry. There’s even the perennial children’s story “Little Goody Two-Shoes” (1765), which he (probably) wrote.For a sample of Goldsmith’s verse, the Poem of the Day today is “When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly,” which originally appeared in “The Vicar of Wakefield.” Just two tetrameter quatrains, the poem is so smooth and exact that it sticks in memory after a single reading — which, whatever else one wants to say about the poem, is among the highest praises a piece of writing can receive.When Lovely Woman Stoops to Follyby Oliver GoldsmithWhen 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? 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.___________________________________________With “Poem of the Day,” The New York Sun offers a daily portion of verse selected by Joseph Bottum with the help of the North Carolina poet Sally Thomas, the Sun’s associate poetry editor. Tied to the day, or the season, or just individual taste, the poems are drawn from the deep traditions of English verse: the great work of the past and the living poets who keep those traditions alive. The goal is always to show that poetry can still serve as a delight to the ear, an instruction to the mind, and a tonic for the soul.

Poem of the Day: ‘When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly’

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