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To His Watch

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

Field-flown, the departed day no morning brings
Saying This was yours with her, but new one, worse,
And then that last and shortest

In Joseph's garden they threw by
The riv'n Vine, leafless, lifeless, dry:
On Easter morn the Tree was forth,
In forty days reach'd heaven from earth;
Soon the whole world is overspread;
Ye weary, come into the shade.

The Woodlark

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

Teevo cheevo cheevio chee:
O where, what can th?at be?
Weedio-weedio: there again!
So tiny a trickle of s?ng-strain;

Summa

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

The best ideal is the true
And other truth is none.
All glory be ascrib?d to
The holy Three in One.

Ribblesdale

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

And what is Earth's eye, tongue, or heart else, where
Else, but in dear and dogged man?Ah, the heir
To his own selfbent so bound, so tied to his turn,
To thriftless reave both our rich round world bare
And none reck of world after, this bids wear
Earth brows of such care, care and dear concern.

On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

O I admire and sorrow! The hearts eye grieves
Discovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years.
A juice rides rich through bluebells, in vine leaves,
And beautys dearest veriest vein is tears.

What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

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 Ill live for her honour.
CHORUS. Under her banner live for her honour.

Denis

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit
Caps occasion with an intellectual fit.
Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber ll hit
The bald and b?ld bl?nking gold when ?ll s d?ne
Right rooting in the bare butts wincing navel in the sight of the sun.
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Let me be to Thee as the circling bird

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

The authentic cadence was discovered late
Which ends those only strains that I approve,
And other science all gone out of date
And minor sweetness scarce made mention of:
I have found the dominant of my range and state -
Love, O my God, to call Thee Love and Love.

My prayers must meet a brazen heaven

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

My prayers must meet a brazen heaven
And fail and scatter all away.
Unclean and seeming unforgiven
My prayers I scarcely call to pray.

In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

Yet God (that hews mountain and continent,
Earth, all, out; who, with trickling increment,
Veins violets and tall trees makes more and more)
Could crowd career with conquest while there went
Those years and years by of world without event
That in Majorca Alfonso watched the door.

The Times Are Nightfall

Or what is else? There is your world within.
There rid the dragons, root out there the sin.
Your will is law in that small commonweal

Penmaen Pool

What's yonder? Grizzled Dyphwys dim:
The triple-hummocked Giant's stool,
Hoar messmate, hobs and nobs with him
To halve the bowl of Penmaen Pool.

To Him Who Ever Thought with Love of Me

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 lifes last need
That he will out of hand and heartily
Repent he sinned and all his sins be freed.

The Alchemist in the City

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.

Henry Purcell

The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell
and praises him that, whereas other musicians have
given utterance to the moods of man's mind, he has,
beyond that, uttered in notes the very make and
species of man as created both in him and in all men
generally.