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.
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.
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 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 the echo of a lost virtue
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue
To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.
To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.
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 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.
