I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.What hours, O what black hours we have spentThis night! what ...
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.What hours, O what black hours we have spentThis night! what ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled ...
I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, ...
Sometimes a lantern moves along the night, That interests our eyes. And who goes there? I think; where from and ...
Moonless darkness stands between. Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem-star may lead me To the sight ...
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This ...
'The child is father to the man.' How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that ...
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