But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!
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Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal
consideration should stand in the way of read more
Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal
consideration should stand in the way of performing a public
duty.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
Guilt is anything you did and fear others to know about
Guilt is anything you did and fear others to know about
However boldly their warm blood was spilt,
Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt;
And this read more
However boldly their warm blood was spilt,
Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt;
And this they knew and felt, at least the one,
The leader of the hand he had undone,--
Who, born for better things, had madly set
His life upon a cast, which linger'd yet.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.
Every guilty person is his own hangman.
Every guilty person is his own hangman.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
Action and care will in time wear down the strongest frame, but guilt and melancholy are poisons of quick dispatch.
Action and care will in time wear down the strongest frame, but guilt and melancholy are poisons of quick dispatch.
