"To call war the soil..."

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i was sort of ready to go into a tirade about the state of the nation etc. but i'm tiraded out for the day mr cayetano  "To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love." George Santayana

Inversnaid  gerard manley hopkins

THIS darksome burn, horseback brown,

His rollrock highroad roaring down,

In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam

Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth

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Turns and twindles over the broth

Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,

It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew

Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,

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Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,

And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft

Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet;

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Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.