Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems (98 Poems)
The Blessed Virgin Compared To The Air We Breathe (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
Wild air, world-mothering air,Nestling me everywhere,That each eyelash or hairGirdles; goes home betwixtThe fleeciest, frailest-flixedSnowflake; that ‘s fairly mixedWith, riddles, and is rifeIn every least thing’s life;This needful, never spent,And nursing element;My more than meat and drink,My meal at every … Continue reading
Tom’s Garland: Upon the Unemployed (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
Tom-garlanded with squat and surly steelTom; then Tom’s fallowbootfellow piles pickBy him and rips out rockfire homeforth-sturdy Dick;Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his mealSure, ‘s bed now. Low be it: lustily he his low lot (feelThat ne’er … Continue reading
Binsey Poplars Felled /79 (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,{‘A}ll f{‘e}lled, f{‘e}lled, are {‘a}ll f{‘e}lled;Of a fresh & following folded rankNot spared, not oneThat dandled a sandalledShadow that swam or sankOn meadow & river & wind-wandering … Continue reading
(Carrion Comfort) (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.But ah, … Continue reading
The Furl of Fresh-Leaved (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was done. His locks like all a ravel-rope’s-end, With hempen strands in spray- Fallow, foam-fallow, hanks-fall’n off their ranks, Swung down at … Continue reading
Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad te: quare via impiorum prosperatur? Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners’ ways prosper? and why … Continue reading
The Windhover (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and stridingHigh there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wingIn his ecstasy! then off, off … Continue reading
(The Soldier) (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
Yes. Why do we (Gerard Manley Hopkins)
To Seem the Stranger Lies My Lot (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangers. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near And he my peace my parting, sword and strife. England, whose honour O all my heart woos, … Continue reading
I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.What hours, O what black hours we have spentThis night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness I speak this. But … Continue reading
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