<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There's a Regret</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a regret<br>So grinding, so immitigably sad,<br>Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ...<br>Do you not know it yet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For deeds undone<br>Rnakle and snarl and hunger for their due,<br>Till there seems naught so despicable as you<br>In all the grin o' the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like an old shoe<br>The sea spurns and the land abhors, you lie<br>About the beach of Time, till by and by<br>Death, that derides you too --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death, as he goes<br>His ragman's round, espies you, where you stray,<br>With half-an-eye, and kicks you out of his way<br>And then -- and then, who knows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the kind Grave<br>Turns on you, and you feel the convict Worm,<br>In that black bridewell working out his term,<br>Hanker and grope and crave?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Poor fool that might --<br>That might, yet would not, dared not, let this be,<br>Think of it, here and thus made over to me<br>In the implacable night!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And writhing, fain<br>And like a triumphing lover, he shall take,<br>His fill where no high memory lives to make<br>His obscene victory vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Ernest+Henley">William Ernest Henley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538262" data-title="There's a Regret de William Ernest Henley" data-description="There's a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ... Do you not know it yet? For deeds undone Rnakle and snarl and hunger for their due, Till there seems naught so despicable as you In all the grin o' t..."></div> </div> </div>

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