“Poor Felix Randal;
How far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous years,
When thou at the random grim forge, powerful amidst peers,
Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and battering sandal!”

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

"Felix Randal", lines 11-14
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)

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English poet 1844–1889

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