Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

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.

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.

Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure sport,
And thoughtless Folly keeps her court,--
Crouching 'midst rosy bowers read more

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.

Remorse is the pain of sin

Remorse is the pain of sin

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

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 the pain of sin.

Remorse is the pain of sin.