Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг)

After

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! 

1. Up at a Villa-Down in the City
2. Protus
3. An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician
4. Any Wife to Any Husband
5. To Edward Fitzgerald

Lizette Reese (Лайзетт Риз) After ("OH, the littles that remain!")

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