Spirituality of Gerard Manley Hopkins, Gerard Manley Hopkins: a shepherd poet
Gerard Manley Hopkins: a shepherd poet Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins This piece is a virtual reprint of an article, under fair use terms, from the Democracy Now, which is inaccessible here (in the Russian Federation), no big loss as this Soros-funded and CIA-administered outfit is of little value or use, but they besides sabotage […]
What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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: Under her banner I’ll live for her honour. CHORUS. Under her banner live for her honour. Not the pleasure, the pay, the plunder, But country […]
What Being in Rank-Old Nature poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That h?re p?rsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?— A bush-browed, beetle-br?wed b?llow is it? With a so?th-w?sterly w?nd bl?stering, with a tide rolls reels Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen ?nderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green. . . […]
Tom’s Garland poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
upon the Unemployed Tom—garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom’s fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out rockfire homeforth—sturdy Dick; Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his meal Sure, ‘s bed now. Low be it: lustily he his low lot (feel That ne’er need hunger, Tom; Tom seldom […]
To What Serves Mortal Beauty? poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
To what serves mortal beauty ‘—dangerous; does set danc- ing blood—the O-seal-that-so ‘ feature, flung prouder form Than Purcell tune lets tread to? ‘ See: it does this: keeps warm Men’s wits to the things that are; ‘ what good means—where a glance Master more may than gaze, ‘ gaze out of countenance. Those […]
To Seem The Stranger Lies My Lot, My Life poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangers. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near And he my peace my parting, sword and strife. England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wife To my creating thought, would neither hear Me, were I pleading, plead nor […]
To R. B. poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenchèd faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song. Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long Within her wears, bears, cares and moulds the same: The widow […]
To His Watch poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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 ruins of, rifled, once a world of art? The telling time our task is; time’s some part, Not all, but we were framed to fail and die— One spell and […]
To Him Who Ever Thought with Love of Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
To him who ever thought with love of me Or ever did for my sake some good deed I will appear, looking such charity And kind compassion, at his life’s last need That he will out of hand and heartily Repent he sinned and all his sins be freed. […]
To a Young Child poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep and […]
Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c. 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 Disappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my […]
Thee, God, I Come from poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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 thee I bless, As acknowledging thy stress On my being and as seeing Something of thy holiness. Once I turned from thee […]
The Wreck Of The Deutschland poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
To the happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns exiles by the Falk Laws drowned between midnight and morning of Dec. 7th. 1875 *** Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins Gerald Manley HopkinsGerard Manley Hopkins is one of the […]
The Woodlark poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Teevo cheevo cheevio chee: O where, what can th?at be? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of s?ng-strain; And all round not to be found For brier, bough, furrow, or gr?en ground Before or behind or far or at hand Either left either right Anywhere in the s?nlight. Well, after all! Ah but […]
The Windhover: To Christ Our Lord poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on […]
The Times Are Nightfall poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they wither worse; they as they run Or bring more or more blazon man’s distress. And I not help. Nor word now of success: All is from wreck, here, there, to rescue one— Work which […]
The Starlight Night poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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! Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves’-eyes! The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies! Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare! Flake-doves sent […]
The Soldier poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Yes. Why do we ?ll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part, But frail clay, nay but foul clay. Here it is: the heart, Since, proud, it calls the calling manly, gives a guess That, hopes that, makesbelieve, the men must be no less; […]
The Silver Jubilee poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 1876 1 THOUGH no high-hung bells or din Of braggart bugles cry it in— What is sound? Nature’s round Makes the Silver Jubilee. 2 Five and twenty years have run Since sacred fountains to the […]
The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
The shepherd’s brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they are towers, from heaven—a story Of just, majestical, and giant groans. But man—we, scaffold of score brittle bones; Who breathe, from groundlong babyhood to hoary Age gasp; whose breath is our memento mori— What […]
The Sea Took Pity poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
The sea took pity: it interposed with doom: ‘I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand: Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb, And she shall child them on the New-world strand.’ . . . . . . . . *** Gerard Manley […]
The Sea And The Skylark poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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 all roar, Frequenting there while moon shall wear and wend. Left hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend, His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeinèd score In crisps of […]
The May Magnificat poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
May is Mary’s month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season— Candlemas, Lady Day; But the Lady Month, May, Why fasten that upon her, With a feasting in her honour? Is it only its being brighter Than the most are must delight her? Is […]
The Loss Of The Eurydice poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice—it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep unawakened, all un- warned, eleven fathoms fallen 2 Where she foundered! One stroke Felled and furled them, the hearts of oak! And flockbells off the aerial Downs’ forefalls beat to […]
The Leaden Echo And The Golden Echo poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
(Maidens’ song from St. Winefred’s Well) THE LEADEN ECHO How to kéep—is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, … from vanishing away? Ó is there no […]
The Lantern Out Of Doors poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Sometimes a lantern moves along the night, That interests our eyes. And who goes there? I think; where from and bound, I wonder, where, With, all down darkness wide, his wading light? Men go by me whom either beauty bright In mould or mind or what not else makes rare: They rain against our […]
The Handsome Heart poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
at a Gracious Answer ‘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 plied and pressed, He swung to his first poised purport of reply. What the heart is! which, like carriers let fly— Doff darkness, […]
The Half-way House poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Love I was shewn upon the mountain-side And bid to catch Him ere the dropp of day. See, Love, I creep and Thou on wings dost ride: Love it is evening now and Thou away; Love, it grows darker here and Thou art above; Love, come down to me if Thy name be Love. […]
The Habit Of Perfection poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear. Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb: It is the shut, the curfew sent From there where all surrenders come Which only makes you eloquent. Be shellèd, eyes, with […]
The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down poem – 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 done. His locks like all a ravel-rope’s-end, With hempen strands in spray— Fallow, foam-fallow, hanks—fall’n off their ranks, Swung down at a disarray. Or like a juicy and jostling shock Of bluebells […]
The Child Is Father To The Man poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
‘The child is father to the man.’ How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that who can: ‘The child is father to the man.’ No; what the poet did write ran, ‘The man is father to the child.’ ‘The child is father to the man!’ How can he be? […]
The Candle Indoors poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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 black, Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye. By that window what task what fingers ply, I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or […]
The Caged Skylark poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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 remembering his free fells; This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life’s age. Though aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage, Both sing sometímes the sweetest, sweetest spells, Yet both droop deadly sómetimes […]
The Bugler’s First Communion poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)—boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to an English sire (he Shares their best gifts surely, fall how things will), This very very day came down to us after a boon he on My late being there begged of me, […]
The Blessed Virgin Compared To The Air We Breathe poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; that ‘s fairly mixed With, riddles, and is rife In every least thing’s life; This needful, never spent, And nursing element; My more than meat and drink, My meal at every wink; This air, […]
The Alchemist in the City poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter’d sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole world passes; I stand by. They do not waste their meted hours, But men and masters plan and build: I see the crowning of their towers, And happy promises fulfill’d. And I; […]
That Nature Is A Heraclitean Fire And Of The Comfort Of The Resurrection poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ‘ flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ‘ they throng; they glitter in marches. Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, ‘ wherever an elm arches, Shivelights and shadowtackle in long ‘ lashes lace, lance, and pair. Delightfully the bright wind boisterous ‘ ropes, wrestles, […]
Summa poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
The best ideal is the true And other truth is none. All glory be ascrib?d to The holy Three in One. *** Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins Gerald Manley HopkinsGerard Manley Hopkins is one of the most […]
Strike, Churl poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail May’s beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale. *** Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins […]
St. Winefred’s Well poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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 came by Caerwys, sir? T. I came by Caerwys. W. There Some messenger there might have met you from my uncle. T. Your uncle met […]