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: beholding heaven and feeling hell
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue
Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to sin,
Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within.
Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to sin,
Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within.
Remorse is the pain of sin.
Remorse is the pain of sin.
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it.
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it.
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
