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 ...
The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was ...
To stad on Terms twere vain. By hook & crookOne Terme I was defrauded of a Booke.Now Readers your assistance ...
Said one, "This city, as you know,Though young in years, as cities go,Has quite a history to repeatIf records have ...
The Plough, belov'd by the country clown,Has vanished ; St. Christopher no more wadesHeaven and Hell are both pulled down ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
Part the First.Henry, our royall kind, would ride a huntingTo the greene forest so pleasant and faire;To see the harts ...
IA revelation came on Jane,The widow of a labouring swain:And first her body trembled sharp,Then all the woman was a ...
He had a willow whistle and a fish hook that had beenMade with a youngster's witchery by the bending of ...
This Consul Casement-he who heard the cry Of stricken people-and who in his fight To lift the torture load from ...
Who thinks how desolate and strangeTo me must seem the autumn's change,When housed in attic or in chest,A lonely and ...
I started Early - Took my Dog -And visited the Sea -The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at ...
I started early, took my dog,And visited the sea;The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me. And frigates ...
The sun must rise, the sun must set, Nor ever change in plan may be, Though dawn ...
The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was ...
(As sung by Mr. Charles Charrington in the play of "The Three Wayfarers") O MY trade it is the rarest ...
I started Early -- Took my Dog -- And visited the Sea -- The Mermaids in the Basement Came out ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
A ring of gold and a milk-white dove Are goodly gifts for thee, And a hempen rope for your own ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
Oh, lead me to a quiet cell Where never footfall rankles, And bar the window passing well, And gyve my ...
To the little, pitiful God I make my prayer, The God with the long grey beard And flowing robe fastened ...
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