Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins
As Kingfishers Catch Fire
... Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's ...
The Habit Of Perfection
... So fresh that come in fasts divine! Nostrils, your careless breath that spend ...
Carrion Comfort
... Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, ch ...
Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend
... Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes ...
To a Young Child
... With your fresh thoughts care for, can you ...
Brothers
... Clutched hands down through clasped knees ...
No Worst, There Is None. Pitched Past Pitch Of Grief
... Here! creep, Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all ...
The Starlight Night
... Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows ...
Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray
... We hear our hearts grate on themselves: it kills ...
Inversnaid
... Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through, ...
The Bugler's First Communion
... see no more of him, and not disappointment Those sweet hopes quell whose least me quickenings lift, ...
The Caged Skylark
... Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells ...
Hurrahing In Harvest
... And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet ...
Spelt From Sibyl's Leaves
... re, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd ...
Moonless darkness stands between
... Make me meek, Lord: Thou wert lowly ...
