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Remorse: A Fragmen (第1/1页)
1784 remorse: a fragment of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, that press the soul, the mind with anguish beyond parison the worst are those by our own folly, or uilt brought on: in ev'ry other circumstahe mind has this to say, “it was no deed of mine:” but, when to all the evil of misfortune this sting is added, “blame thy foolish self!” or worser far, the pangs of keen remorse, the t, gnawing sciousness of guilt— of guilt, perhaps, when we've involved others, the young, the i, who fondly lov'd us; nay more, that very love their cause of ruin! hell! in all thy store of torments there's not a keener lash! lives there a man so firm, who, while his heart feels all the bitter horrors of his crime, reason down its agonizing throbs; and, after proper purpose of ame, firmly force his jarring thoughts to peace? o happy, happy, enviable man! o glorious magnanimity of soul!