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.
All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him.william shakespeare
Night after night, He sat and bleared his eyes with books.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow