What Is Life?John Clare (1793-1864) AND what is Life?—An hour-glass on the run,A mist retreating from the morning sun,A busy, bustling, still repeated dream.—Its length?—A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought.And happiness?—A bubble on the stream,That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought. What is vain Hope?—The puffing gale of morn,That robs each flow’ret of …

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The WindhoverGerard Manley Hopkins To Christ Our Lord I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-    dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding    Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and stridingHigh there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wingIn his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,    As a …

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*shakes dust off of blog* Finnegans Wake (1939)     riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bendof bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back toHowth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d’amores, fr’over the short sea, had passen-core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggyisthmus of …

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