I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!
Gerard Manley HopkinsNo wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
Gerard Manley HopkinsThe Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One.
Gerard Manley Hopkins