<p>Chapter 11 Musical Devices</p><p>God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins</p><p>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? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; Bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. </p><p>And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs-- Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. </p><p>We Real Cool THE POOL PLAYERS SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL By Gwendolyn Brooks</p><p>We real cool. We Left school. We</p><p>Lurk late. We Strike straight. We</p><p>Sing sin. We Thin gin. We</p><p>Jazz June. We Die soon. Woman Work By Maya Angelou</p><p>I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry The baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I've got the shirts to press The tots to dress The cane to be cut I gotta clean up this hut Then see about the sick And the cotton to pick.</p><p>Shine on me, sunshine Rain on me, rain Fall softly, dewdrops And cool my brow again.</p><p>Storm, blow me from here With your fiercest wind Let me float across the sky 'Til I can rest again.</p><p>Fall gently, snowflakes Cover me with white Cold icy kisses and Let me rest tonight.</p><p>Sun, rain, curving sky Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone Star shine, moon glow You're all that I can call my own.</p><p>As imperceptibly as Grief By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon -- The Dusk drew earlier in -- The Morning foreign shone -- A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone -- And thus, without a Wing Or service of a Keel Our Summer made her light escape Into the Beautiful.</p><p>Nothing Gold Can Stay by: Robert Frost</p><p>Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.</p>