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Gerard Manley Hopkins - The Windhover
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	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 striding
	High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
	In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
	 As a skate`s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
	 Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
	Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!

	Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
	 Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
	Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

	 No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
	Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
	 Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
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