Remorse.
Go, get thee gone. I love thee not, I swear; And if I lov'd thee well in days gone by, And if I kiss'd, and trifled with thy hair, And crown'd my love, to prove the same a lie, My doom is this: my joy was quick to die. The chain of custom in the drowsy lair Of some slain vision, is a weight to bear, And both abhorr'd it, - thou as well as I. Ah, God! 'tis tearful true; and I repent; And like a dead, live man I live for this: - To stand, unvalued, on a dream's abyss, And be my own most piteous monument. What! did I rob thee, Lady, of a kiss? There, take it back; and frown; and be content!
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"Go, get thee gone. I love thee not, I swear;..."
This evocative piece by Eric Mackay, titled "Remorse.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...