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Danh ngôn của Gerard Manley Hopkins (Sứ mệnh: 8)

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
Beauty is a relation, and the apprehension of it a comparison.