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;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
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Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
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All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
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With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins)