(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, ...
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me ór, ...
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.What hours, O what black hours we have spentThis night! what ...
My own heart let me more have pity on; letMe live to my sad self hereafter kind,Charitable; not live this ...
God with honour hang your head,Groom, and grace you, bride, your bedWith lissome scions, sweet scions,Out of hallowed bodies bred.Each ...
My prayers must meet a brazen heaven And fail and scatter all away. Unclean and seeming unforgiven My prayers I ...
Let me be to Thee as the circling bird, Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings That shapes in half-light ...
What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?- Be ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed ...
I remember a house where all were good To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: Comforting smell breathed at ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
My own heart let me have more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; ...
Pure fasted faces draw unto this feast: God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips. You striped in secret with ...
(Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well) THE LEADEN ECHO How to kéep-is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere ...
Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, ...
God with honour hang your head, Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed With lissome scions, sweet scions, Out of ...
Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture ...
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist-slack they may be-these last strands of man In ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string ...
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This ...
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers ...
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