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Sonnet When we can all so excellently give The measure of love's wisdom with a blow,    Why can we not in turn receive it so, And end this murmur for the life we live? SONNET WHEN WE CAN ALL SO EXCEEDINGLY GIVE THE MEASURE OF LOVE'S WISDOM WITH A BLOW WHY CAN WE NOT IN TURN RECEIVE IT SO AND END THIS MURMUR FOR LIFE WE LIVE
d The mission of his bondage, or the grave May clasp his bones, or ever he shall save The perfect word that is the poet's wand! The sonnet is a crown, whereof the rhymes Are for Thought's purest gold the jewel-stones; But shapes and echoes that are never done Will haunt the workshop, as regret sometimes Will bring with human yearning to sad thrones The crash of battles that are never won. Verlaine Why do you dig like long-clawed scavengers To touch the covered corpse of him that fled The uplands for the fens, and rioted Like a sick satyr with doom's worshippers? Come! let the grass grow there; and leave his verse To tell the story of the life he led. Let the man go: let the dead flesh be dead, And let the worms be its biographers. Song sloughs away the sin to find redress In art's complete remembrance: nothing clings For long but laurel to the stricken brow That felt the Muse's finger; nothing less Than hell's fulfilment of the end of things Can blot the star that shines on Paris now.   SONNET BY EDWIN ALLINGTON ROBINSON READ FOR LEIP OF OXKOTT ORG BY JAMES LEPPINE 
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