(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, ...
Margaret, are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leaves, like the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! as ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they ...
A Brother and Sister O I admire and sorrow! The heart's eye grieves Discovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years. A ...
Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavés throng And louchéd low grass, heaven that dost appeal To, with no tongue ...
What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?- Be ...
The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell and praises him that, whereas other musicians have given utterance ...
To what serves mortal beauty '-dangerous; does set danc- ing blood-the O-seal-that-so ' feature, flung prouder form Than Purcell tune ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
Sometimes a lantern moves along the night, That interests our eyes. And who goes there? I think; where from and ...
Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells- That bird ...
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist-slack they may be-these last strands of man In ...
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, ...
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 ...
Yes. Why do we ?ll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the ...
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, ...
'The child is father to the man.' How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that ...
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