Gerard Manley Hopkins

Andromeda Now Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude, Ash-Boughs a. As Kingfishers Catch Fire As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; At The Wedding March God with honour hang your head, Binsey Poplars (Felled 1879) Brothers How lovely the elder brother’s (Carrion Comfort) Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Carrion Comfort Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Cheery Beggar Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain, Denis Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Duns Scotus' s Oxford Towery city and branchy between towers; Duns Scotus's Oxford Towery city |&| branchy between towers; Epithalamion Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe Felix Randal F{'e}lix R{'a}ndal the f{'a}rrier, O is he d{'e}ad then? my d{'u}ty all For a Picture of St. Dorothea I bear a basket lined with grass; God's Grandeur The world is charged with the grandeur of God. Harry Ploughman Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue Heaven-Haven I have desired to go Heaven--Haven: A Nun Takes The Veil I have desired to go Henry Purcell The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell Hope Holds to Christ . . . . . . . . Hurrahing in Harvest Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez Laybrother of the Society of Jesus In The Valley Of The Elwy I remember a house where all were good Inversnaid This darksome burn, horseback brown, I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day, I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. May Magnificat May is Mary's month, and I Moonrise I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: Morning Midday And Evening Sacrifice The dappled die-away My Own Heart Let Me Have More Have Pity On; Let My own heart let me have more have pity on; let My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity on My own heart let me more have pity on; let No Worst, There Is None No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, No Worst, There Is None. Pitched Past Pitch Of Grief No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People A Brother and Sister Patience, Hard Thing! Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray, Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray, Peace When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Penmaen Pool For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things -- Repeat That, Repeat Repeat that, repeat, Ribblesdale Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavés throng Spelt From Sibyl's Leaves Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, ... stupendous Spring Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- Spring and Fall To a young child Spring & Fall to a young child Spring & Fall: To A Young Child Margaret, are you grieving St. Alphonsus Rodriguez Laybrother of the Society of Jesus Strike, Churl Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail St. Winefred's Well ACT I. SC. I Summa The best ideal is the true That Nature Is A Heraclitean Fire And... Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- The Blessed Virgin Compared To The Air We Breathe Wild air, world-mothering air, The Bugler's First Communion A bugler boy from barrack (it is over the hill The Caged Skylark As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage, The Candle Indoors Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. The Child Is Father to the Man 'The child is father to the man.' Thee, God, I Come from Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down The Habit Of Perfection Elected Silence, sing to me The Handsome Heart at a Gracious Answer The Lantern Out Of Doors Sometimes a lantern moves along the night, The Leaden Echo And The Golden Echo (Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well) The Loss Of The Eurydice Foundered March 24. 1878 The May Magnificat May is Mary's month, and I The Sea And The Skylark On ear and ear two noises too old to end The Sea Took Pity The sea took pity: it interposed with doom: The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The Silver Jubilee To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the (The Soldier) Yes. Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless The Soldier Yes. Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless The Starlight Night Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! The Times Are Nightfall The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The Windhover I caught this morning morning's minion, king- The Woodlark Teevo cheevo cheevio chee: The Wreck Of The Deutschland to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns, exiles by the Falck Laws, Thou Art Indeed Just Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad te: quare via impiorum prosperatur? Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: To a Young Child Margaret, are you grieving To Him Who Ever Thought with Love of Me To him who ever thought with love of me To His Watch Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart Tom's Garland upon the Unemployed To R. B. The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong To R.B. The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong To Seem the Stranger Lies My Lot To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life To Seem The Stranger Lies My Lot, My Life To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life To What Serves Mortal Beauty? To what serves mortal beauty '—dangerous; does set danc- What Being in Rank-Old Nature What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me What shall I do for the land that bred me,