Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
(No Worst, There Is None. Pitched Past Pitch Of Grief)
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Degged with dew, dappled with dew Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through, Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern, And the headbonny ash that sits over the burn.Gerard Manley Hopkins
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
O well wept, mother have lost son;
Wept, wife; wept, sweetheart would be one:
Though grief yield them no good
Yet shed what tears sad truelove should.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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 wildness yet.
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The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
The child is father to the man.
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