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 GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

835 Pied Beauty

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, Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, finches' wings,

Landscape plotted and pieced fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

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.

��836 The Habit of Perfection

% LECTED Silence, sing to me

And beat upon my whorled ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.

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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.

Be shelled, eyes, with double dark And find the uncreated light. This ruck and reel which you remark Coils, keeps., and teases simple sight.

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