Author: Gerard Manley Hopkins

Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture […]

He play’d his wings as tho’ for flight; They webb’d the sky with glassy light. His body sway’d upon tiptoes, […]

. . . . . . . . Hope holds to Christ the mind’s own mirror out To take His […]

ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you […]

‘The child is father to the man.’ How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that […]

A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to […]

And he said, If the Lord do not help thee, whence shall I help thee? out of the barnfloor, or […]

Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, […]

The shepherd’s brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they […]

Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple […]

Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist-slack they may be-these last strands of man In […]

To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangers. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in […]

When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? […]

The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers […]

My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter’d sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole […]

The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they […]

Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed […]

Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep […]

Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavés throng And louchéd low grass, heaven that dost appeal To, with no tongue […]

The dappled die-away Cheek and wimpled lip, The gold-wisp, the airy-grey Eye, all in fellowship- This, all this beauty blooming, […]