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Gerard Manley Hopkins
28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889
Poetry Listing
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: Andromeda | Now Time's Andromeda on this rock rude, | | 14 | 281 | | 2: As kingfishers catch fire | As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme; | | 14 | 234 | | 3: Ash-boughs | Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world, | | 18 | 230 | | 4: At the Wedding March | God with honour hang your head, | | 12 | 206 | | 5: Binsey Poplars felled 1879 | My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, | | 24 | 223 | | 6: Brothers | How lovely the elder brother's | | 43 | 206 | | 7: Caged Skylark | As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage | | 14 | 270 | | 8: Carrion Comfort | Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; | | 14 | 229 | | 9: Cheery Beggar | Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain, | | 9 | 208 | | 10: Duns Scotus's Oxford | Towery city and branchy between towers; | | 14 | 183 | | 11: Epithalamion | Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe | | 50 | 196 | | 12: Felix Randal | Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, | | 14 | 193 | | 13: For a Picture of St. Dorothea | I bear a basket lined with grass; | | 24 | 187 | | 14: Fragment | What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been | | 8 | 233 | | 15: Fragment | The sea took pity: it interposed with doom: | | 4 | 209 | | 16: Fragment | Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit | | 5 | 195 | | 17: Fragment | The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down | | 18 | 182 | | 18: Fragment | Repeat that, repeat, | | 5 | 199 | | 19: Fragment | The child is father to the man. | | 8 | 187 | | 20: Fragment | Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail | | 4 | 203 | | 21: God's Grandeur | The world is charged with the grandeur of God. | | 14 | 250 | | 22: Harry Ploughman | Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue | | 19 | 196 | | 23: Heaven - Haven A nun takes the veil | I have desired to go | | 8 | 236 | | 24: Henry Purcell | Have fair fallen, O fair, fair have fallen, so dear | | 14 | 211 | | 25: Hope holds to Christ | Hope holds to Christ the mind's own mirror out | | 12 | 211 | | 26: Hurrahing in Harvest | Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise | | 14 | 209 | | 27: I Wake and feel | I Wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. | | 14 | 232 | | 28: In honour of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez Laybrother of the Society of Jesus | Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; | | 14 | 220 | | 29: In the Valley of the Elwy | I remember a house where all were good | | 14 | 231 | | 30: Inversnaid | This darksome burn, horseback brown, | | 16 | 197 | | 31: Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: verum-tamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prospera- tur? &c. | Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend | | 14 | 292 | | 32: Moonrise | I Awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, | | 7 | 226 | | 33: Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice | The dappled die-away | | 21 | 202 | | 34: My own heart | My own heart let me have more pity on; let | | 14 | 188 | | 35: Nightfall | The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; | | 11 | 231 | | 36: No worst | No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, | | 14 | 216 | | 37: On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People A Brother and Sister | O I admire and sorrow! The heart's eye grieves | | 36 | 192 | | 38: Patience, hard thing! | Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray, | | 14 | 218 | | 39: Peace | When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, | | 11 | 219 | | 40: Penmaen Pool | Who long for rest, who look for pleasure | | 40 | 219 | | 41: Pied Beauty | Glory be to God for dappled things | | 11 | 234 | | 42: Ribblesdale | Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavès throng | | 14 | 204 | | 43: Spelt from Sibyl's Leaves | Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, | vaulty, voluminous, . . stupendous | | 13 | 197 | | 44: Spring | Nothing is so beautiful as spring | | 14 | 234 | | 45: Spring and Fall: to a young child | Márgarét, áre you gríeving | | 15 | 203 | | 46: St. Winefred's Well | What is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you hover and haunt me? | | 145 | 192 | | 47: Summa | The best ideal is the true | | 4 | 224 | | 48: That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection | CLoud-Puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air | | 24 | 221 | | 49: The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe | Wild air, world-mothering air, | | 126 | 205 | | 50: The Bugler's First Communion | A bugler boy from barrack (it is over the hill | | 48 | 228 | | 51: The Candle Indoors | Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. | | 14 | 229 | | 52: The Habit of Perfection | Elected Silence, sing to me | | 28 | 234 | | 53: The Handsome Heart: at a Gracious Answer | But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy | | 14 | 204 | | 54: The Lantern out of Doors | Sometimes a lantern moves along the night, | | 14 | 207 | | 55: The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo (Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well) | How to keep - is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere known some, | | 53 | 196 | | 56: The Loss of the Eurydice Foundered March 24. 1878 | The Eurydice - it concerned thee, O Lord: | | 120 | 215 | | 57: The May Magnificat | May is Mary's month, and I | | 48 | 206 | | 58: The Sea and the Skylark | On ear and ear two noises too old to end | | 14 | 212 | | 59: The shepherd's brow | The shepherd's brow fronting forked lightning, owns | | 14 | 203 | | 60: The Silver Jubilee: To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 1876 | Though no high-hung bells or din | | 20 | 233 | | 61: The Soldier | Yes. Whý do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless | | 14 | 202 | | 62: The Starlight Night | Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! | | 14 | 232 | | 63: The Windhover: To Christ our Lord | I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Fal- con, in his riding | | 13 | 219 | | 64: The Woodlark | Teevo cheetio cheevio chee | | 51 | 220 | | 65: The Wreck Of The Deutschland | Thou mastering me | | 280 | 215 | | 66: To his Watch | Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart | | 11 | 214 | | 67: To R. B. | The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong | | 14 | 213 | | 68: To seem the stranger | To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life | | 14 | 208 | | 69: To what serves Mortal Beauty? | To what serves mortal beauty | dangerous; does set danc- | | 14 | 191 | | 70: Tom's Garland; upon the Unemployed | Tom - garlanded with squat and surly steel | | 20 | 183 | | 71: What shall I do | What shall I do for the land that bred me, | | 20 | 221 |
About:
Gerard Manley Hopkins, was an English poet, Roman Catholic convert, and Jesuit priest, whose 20th-century fame established him posthumously among the leading Victorian poets. His experimental explorations in prosody (especially sprung rhythm) and his use of imagery established him as a daring innovator in a period of largely traditional verse.
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