Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Hope Holds to Christ
... Her glass drinks light, she darkles down behind, ...
In The Valley Of The Elwy
... All the air things wear that build this world of Wales ...
May Magnificat
... Caps, clears, and clinches allThis ecstasy all through mothering earth ...
Love Preparing to Fly
... They webb'd the sky with glassy light ...
To Seem The Stranger Lies My Lot, My Life
... England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wife ...
Duns Scotus's Oxford
... Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmèd, lark-charmèd, rook-racked, river-rounded ...
Cheery Beggar
... ne, p?ne That struggling should not sear him, a gift should cheer him ...
To What Serves Mortal Beauty?
... How then should Gregory, a father, ' have gleanèd else from swarm- ...
For A Picture Of St. Dorothea
... -- We see Nor fruit, nor flowers, nor Dorothy ...
The May Magnificat
... Caps, clears, and clinches allThis ecstasy all through mothering earth ...
Thee, God, I Come from
... Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, ...
The Sea Took Pity
... And she shall child them on the New-world strand ...
Tom's Garland
... Commonweal Little I reck ho! lacklevel in, if all had bread: ...
Morning Midday And Evening Sacrifice
... What hell stalks towards the snatch of, ...
Harry Ploughman
... In him, all quail to the wallowing o' the plough: 's cheek crimsons ...
