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, “bme 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
Remorse: A Fragment(1/2)