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When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.
When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.
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 for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead read more
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a cross-roads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The read more
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a cross-roads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, read more
High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, means villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
