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.
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Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue
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.
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
Farewell, remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good.
Farewell, remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good.
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
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!
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
Remorse is the pain of sin.
Remorse is the pain of sin.
