Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure sport,
And thoughtless Folly keeps her court,--
Crouching 'midst rosy bowers read more

Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure sport,
And thoughtless Folly keeps her court,--
Crouching 'midst rosy bowers thou lurk'st unseen
Slumbering the festal hours away,
While Youth disports in that enchanting scene;
Till on some fated day
Thou with a tiger-spring dost leap upon thy prey,
And tear his helpless breast, o'erwhelmed with wild dismay.

Remorse is the pain of sin

Remorse is the pain of sin

Remorse is the pain of sin.

Remorse is the pain of sin.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.