Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889) was an English Jesuit poet who invented "sprung rhythm," a new metrical system. His poems—including "The Windhover," "Pied Beauty," and…
"Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, fra"
"I Wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hors we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways yo"
"On ear and ear two noises too old to end Trench - right, the tide that ramps against the shore; With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or"
"Glory be to God for dappled things - For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim:"
"I Awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, |in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe | of a fi"
"Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed about Mote-like in thy mighty glow. What I know of th"
"A Brother and Sister O I admire and sorrow! The heart’s eye grieves Discovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years. A juice rides rich through bluebe"
"How lovely the elder brother's Life all laced in the other's, Lóve-laced!—what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When Shrovetide, two years gone"
"Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there! Dow"
"I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a finger-nail he"
"A bugler boy from barrack (it is over the hill There) - boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to an English sire (he Share"
"Towery city and branchy between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmd, lark-charmd, rook- racked, river-rounded; The dapple-eared lily b"
"Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must D"
"Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels"
"I remember a house where all were good To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: Comforting smell breathed at very entering, Fetch"
"Tom - garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out rockfire homeforth - sturdy D"
"Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist - slack they may be - these last strands of man In me r, most w"
"This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low"
"O I admire and sorrow! The heart's eye grieves Discovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years. A juice rides rich through bluebells, in v"
"As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells - That bird beyond the rememb"
"Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorld ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear. Sha"
"What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me? - Be under her banner and live for her honour:"
"To the happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns exiles by the Falk Laws drowned between midnight and morning of Dec. 7th. 1875 PART THE FIRST"
"Sometimes a lantern moves along the night, That interests our eyes. And who goes there? I think; where from and bound, I wonder, where,"
"THE LEADEN ECHO How to keep - is there ny any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lce, latch or catc"
"Beyond Mgdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain, In Summer, in a burst of summertime Following falls and falls of r"
"The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenchd faster tha"
"CLoud-Puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they t"
"How lovely the elder brother's Life all laced in the other's, Lve-laced! what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When Sh"
"The shepherd's brow fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they are towers, from hea"
"Nothing is so beautiful as spring - When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and t"
"Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy- handsome Pining,"
"To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangrs. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near And"
"The dappled die-away Cheek and wimpled lip, The gold-wisp, the airy-grey Eye, all in fellowship - This, all this beauty bloom"
"Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world, Is anything a milk to the mind so, so sighs deep Poetry to it, as a tree whose boughs br"
"Mrgart, re you greving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can y"
"I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow. And I have"
"The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell and praises him that, whereas other musicians have given utterance to the moods of man's mind, he"
"'But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy You?' - 'Father, what you buy me I like best.' With the sweetest air that said, still"
"My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a f"
"Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart Warm beat with cold beat company, shall I Earlier or you fail at our force, and lie The rui"
"The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they wither worse; they"
"To what serves mortal beauty | dangerous; does set danc- ing blood the O-seal-that-so | feature, flung prouder form Than Purcell tune le"
"What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That hre prsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals? - A bu"
"1 Though no high-hung bells or din Of braggart bugles cry it in - What is sound? Nature's round Makes the Silver Jubilee."
"God with honour hang your head, Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed With lissome scions, sweet scions, Out of hallowed bodies bre"
"Now Time's Andromeda on this rock rude, With not her either beauty's equal or Her injury's, looks off by both horns of shore, Her f"
"Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds!"
"I bear a basket lined with grass; I am so light, I am so fair, That men must wonder as I pass And at the basket that I bear, W"
"Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed flesh or galled shield Should tongue that time now, trumpet"
"When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peac, will you"
"1 The Eurydice - it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep unawakened, all un- warned, ele"
"Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture mild night's blear-all bla"
"ACT I. Sc. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. What is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you hover and haunt me? W. You c"
"Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavs throng And louchd low grass, heaven that dost appeal To, with no tongue to plead, no h"
"Hope holds to Christ the mind's own mirror out To take His lovely likeness more and more. It will not well, so she would bring about"
"The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze"
"Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of some branchy bunchy bushybo"
"Teevo cheetio cheevio chee: O where, what can tht be? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of sng-strain; And all r"
"Yes. Wh do we ll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part, But frail clay, na"