27 ordspråk av Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
O then if in my lagging lines you miss / The roll, the rise, the carol, the creation.
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That night, that year / Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.
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That night, that year / Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.
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The achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
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The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong / Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, / Breathes once and, quenchèd faster than it came, / Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.
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The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened.
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The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
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There lives the dearest freshness deep down things . . . ,
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This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse / Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows.
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Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend / With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. / Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must / Disappointment all I endeavour end?
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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.
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Where no storms come, / Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, / And out of the swing of the sea.
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