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Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс)


Ribblesdale


Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavés throng
And louchéd low grass, heaven that dost appeal
To, with no tongue to plead, no heart to feel;
That canst but only be, but dost that long—

Thou canst but be, but that thou well dost; strong
Thy plea with him who dealt, nay does now deal,
Thy lovely dale down thus and thus bids reel
Thy river, and o’er gives all to rack or wrong.

And what is Earth’s eye, tongue, or heart else, where
Else, but in dear and dogged man?—Ah, the heir
To his own selfbent so bound, so tied to his turn,
To thriftless reave both our rich round world bare
And none reck of world after, this bids wear
Earth brows of such care, care and dear concern. 



Gerard Manley Hopkins's other poems:
  1. Strike, Churl
  2. Barnfloor and Winepress
  3. Harry Ploughman
  4. What Shall I Do For The Land That Bred Me
  5. Repeat That, Repeat


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