The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out like shining from shook foil? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wearsman'ssmudgeand sharesman'ssmell: thesoil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
We use cookies to enhance your browsing experience, analyze site traffic, and personalize content. By clicking "Got It!," you consent to our use of cookies.
T. S. Eliot
Bobby Patrick
Jacoby Shaddix
Marsilio Ficino
O. J. Simpson