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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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!
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: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it.
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it.
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
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.
