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.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins
  'God's Grandeur'.

A stately palace built of square'  d brick, Which cunningly was without mortar laid, Whose walls were high, but nothing strong, nor thick, And golden foil all over them displayed, That purest sky with brightness they dismayed.

-Spenser, Edmund
  Of the palace of pride. The Faerie Queen, bk.1, canto 4, stanza 4.