The Bugler’s First Communion (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about ...
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less Here, far away, than when I tarried near; I even smile ...
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
MY trust in nothing now is placed, Hurrah! So in the world true joy I taste, Hurrah! Then he who ...
HALLO there! A glass! Ha! the draught's truly sweet! If for drink go my shoes, I shall still have my ...
Christ of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk ...
THE turtle on yon withered bough, That lately mourned her murdered mate, Has found another comrade now-- Such changes all ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
I AM always inclined to suspect The best story under the sun As soon as by chance I detect That ...
PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept Against my wont. A little child Awoke me as he gently crept And ...
Now do I hear thee weep and groan, Who hath a comrade sunk at sea? Then quaff thee of my ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
O who will walk a mile with me Along life's merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who ...
They leave us with the Infinite. But He -- is not a man -- His fingers are the size of ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now ? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease ...
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
O, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy ...
And because a man is human He'll want to eat, and thanks a lot But talk can't take the place ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
AULD comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's ...
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