Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been
That hére pérsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?—
A bush-browed, beetle-brówed bíllow is it?
With a soúth-wésterly wínd blústering, with a tide rolls reels
Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen
Únderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green.
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Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling.

1. The Bugler's First Communion
2. For a Picture of St. Dorothea
3. The Blessed Virgin Compared to the Air We Breathe
4. The Silver Jubilee
5. Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice

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