The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they ...
The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they ...
The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
(Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well) THE LEADEN ECHO How to kéep-is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere ...
Sometimes a lantern moves along the night, That interests our eyes. And who goes there? I think; where from and ...
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? ...
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