“She fed him scraps from her ragbag because words were all that were left now. Perhaps he could use them to pay the ferryman. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. The world is charged with the grandeur of God. Full fathom five thy father lies. Little lamb, who made thee? Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie. On that best portion of a good man's life, his little nameless unremembered acts of kindness and of love. Farther and farther, all the birds of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. The air rippled and shimmered. Time narrowed to a pinpoint. It was about to happen. Because the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.” BeautifulDeathQuotesDyingWilliam ShakespeareLiterary QuotesWilliam BlakeJohn KeatsA God In RuinsKate AtkinsonGerard Manley HopkinsWilliam WordsworthLiterary AllusionsEdward Thomas Book:A God in Ruins Source: A God in Ruins
“I had set out to come to know Thomas by walking where he had walked, but he had mostly eluded me, remaining a Lob-like figure glimpsed now and then at a bend on the path or through a hole in the hedge, still enigmatic. And yet I had learnt so much from the people I'd met along my journeys: people for whom, as for Thomas, landscape was intricately involved with self-perception, and for whom certain places or weathers brought yields of grace.” WalkingLandscapePlacesSelf PerceptionJourneysGlimpsesEdward ThomasWeathers Book:The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot Source: The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot