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 ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among, In fancy's ear still making plaintive song To the ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft, Thy brow, that hope's last traces ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
O, Poverty! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mien, of every charm bereft, Thy brow that Hope's last traces ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi' ...
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain, Bound to thy worship by ...
Kind Christians, pray list to me, And I'll relate a sad story, Concerning a little blind girl, only nine years ...
'Twas in the year 1815, and on the 18th day of June, That British cannon, against the French army, loudly ...
The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan's roofs and spires ...
At first you'll joy to see the playful snow, Like white moths trembling on the tropic air, Or waters of ...
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