Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows;
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
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Remorse is as the heart in which it grows;
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy,
It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost,
Weeps only tears of poison.

Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy lives in read more

Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain;
And to be wrothe with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.

Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.

Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.

The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
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The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.

A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.

A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.