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 regret that one waited so long to do it.
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it.
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.
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.
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head read more
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that.
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 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.
