Strike, Churl (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail May's beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow Out on the giant ...
Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail May's beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow Out on the giant ...
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
If thou survive my well-contented day When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
"Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see, So far beyond the faint edge of the world? D'ye look to ...
Quick! we have but a second, Fill round the cup while you may; For time, the churl, hath beckon'd, And ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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