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That night, that year Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God. (Gerard Manley Hopkins)
All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. View quote
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Hope had grown grey hairs, Hope had mourning on, Trenched with tears, carved with cares, Hope was twelve hours gone. View quote
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I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour. View quote
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The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened, to any degree heightened and unlike itself, but not...an obsolete one. View quote
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Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim. View quote
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I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow. And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea. View quote
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Nothing is so beautiful as Spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush. View quote
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Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb: It is the shut, the curfew sent From there where all surrenders come Which only makes you eloquent. View quote
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Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for. View quote
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When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? (Gerard Manley Hopkins)
The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aim Now known and hand at work now never wrong. Sweet fire the sire of muse, my soul needs this; I want the one rapture of an inspiration. View quote
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Ask of her, the mighty mother: Her reply puts this other Question: What is Spring?- Growth in everything. View quote
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"Hurrahing in Harvest", lines 5-6. View quote
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Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. View quote
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O if we but knew what we do When we delve or hew- Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender To touch, her being so slender, That, like this sleek and seeing ball But a prick will make no eye at all, Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been. View quote
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I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! View quote
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Take breath and read it with the ears, as I always wish to be read, and my verse becomes all right. View quote
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No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. View quote
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A great work by an Englishman is like a great battle won by England. It is an unfading bay tree. View quote
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That is the great end of empires before God, to be Catholic and draw nations into their Catholicism. But our empire is less and less Christian as it grows. (Gerard Manley Hopkins)
Poor Felix Randal; How far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous years, When thou at the random grim forge, powerful amidst peers, Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and battering sandal! View quote
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Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain. View quote
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There lives the dearest freshness deep down things. View quote
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O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep, Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all Life death does end and each day dies with sleep. View quote
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