GPT Prompts

Poem generator

Poem generator

Prompt text

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation’s final law Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek’d against his creed. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands;T hey melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. ----


Example output

Where are the stars? The mighty sun? Of space—and time—and matter—where? What mightier hand than God’s could fling The stars around the sky like sand? Whose throes convuls’d the deepest sea, And bade the abyss its secrets roar?` If Nature’s laws the stars control, Then God is less than Nature’s soul. white_check_markeyesraised_hands


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