The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?...
'But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy You?' - 'Father, what you buy me I like best.' With the sweetest air that said, still plied and pressed, He swung to his first poised purport of reply. ...
Tom - garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out rockfire homeforth - sturdy Dick; Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his meal...