“ All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him. ”
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“ Spring and Fall: To a Young Child Márgarét, are you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow's spríngs áre the same. 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. ”
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“ What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet. ”
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“ Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimsoncresseted east. ”
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“ Spring and Fall: To a Young Child Márgarét, are you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow's spríngs áre the same. 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. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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“ O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, nomanfathomed. ”
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“ NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be. ”
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“ The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One. ”
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“ Nothing is so beautiful as spring — when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. ”
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“ Towery city and branching between towers; cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded. ”
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“ Towery city and branching between towers; cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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“ Towery city and branching between towers; cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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“ Nothing is so beautiful as spring — when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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“ Towery city and branching between towers; cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded. ”
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“ Towery city and branching between towers; cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded. ”
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“ Towery city and branching between towers; cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded. ”
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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. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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“ Nothing is so beautiful as spring — when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. ”
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“ Towery city and branching between towers; cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded. ”
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“ Nothing is so beautiful as spring — when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. ”
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“ Nothing is so beautiful as spring — when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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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. ”
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“ Nothing is so beautiful as spring — when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. ”
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“ What would the world be, once bereft of wet and wildness? Let them be left. O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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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. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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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. ”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins- Copy
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“ Nothing is so beautiful as spring — when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. ”
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