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Poem By Robert Browning

Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And, absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold:
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne!

I stand here now, he lies in his place:
Cover the face!

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How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And, absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds.. very fine. Browning is a great poet.. tony
I stand here now, he lies in his place: Cover the face! .........//// outstanding writing
I stand here now, he lies in his place: Cover the face! great write 10++++++@3333
The sad feeling from the poem which is about the death and that too from the great poet. exquisite.
God's patience. That exquisite phrase says it all.


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