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chill, bot. it was written almost 100 years ago |
meant _more_ than 100 years ago; in any case, copyright is not an issue, but as there is no content here except the poem, I am redirecting it to Gerard Manley Hopkins |
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The complete poem : |
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The world is charged with the grandeur of God.</br> |
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:It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;</br> |
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:It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil</br> |
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Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? </br> |
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Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; </br> |
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:And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; </br> |
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:And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil </br> |
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Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. </br> |
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And for all this, nature is never spent; </br> |
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:There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; </br> |
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And though the last lights off the black West went </br> |
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:Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— </br> |
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Because the Holy Ghost over the bent </br> |
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:World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.</br> |
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</blockquote> |
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