| As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a
dull cage |
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Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-house,
mean house, dwells― |
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That bird beyond the remembering his free
fells; |
This in drudgery,
day-labouring-out life’s age.
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| Though aloft on turf or
perch or poor low stage, |
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Both sing sometímes the sweetest, sweetest
spells, |
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Yet both droop deadly sómetimes in their
cells |
Or wring their barriers in
bursts of fear or rage.
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| Not that the sweet-fowl,
song-fowl, needs no rest - |
| Why, hear him, hear him babble and drop
down to his nest, |
But his own nest, wild nest, no prison.
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| Man’s spirit will be flesh-bound when
found at best, |
| But uncumbered: meadow-down is not
distressed |
For a rainbow footing it nor he for his
bónes rísen.
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| Gerard
Manley Hopkins |
Classic Poems |
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[ The Sea and the Skylark ] [ Windhover ] [ Spring ] [ Hurrahing in Harvest ] [ God's Grandeur ] [ The Wreck of the Deutschland ] [ The Caged Skylark ] [ Moonrise ] [ Inversnaid ] [ Pied Beauty ] [ as kingfishers catch fire ] [ In The Valley of the Elwy ] [ The May Magnificat ] |
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