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Strike, Churl; Hurl, Cheerless Wind, Then; Heltering Hail Strike, Churl; Hurl, Cheerless Wind, Then; Heltering Hail

Strike, Churl; Hurl, Cheerless Wind, Then; Heltering Hail
STRIKE, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hailMay's beauty massacre and wisped wild clouds growOut on the giant air; tell Summer No,Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Strike, Churl; Hurl, Cheerless Wind, Then; Heltering Hail... Poems - Post by : Savannah_Alan - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 2219

To His Watch To His Watch

To His Watch
MORTAL my mate, bearing my rock-a-heartWarm beat with cold beat company, shall IEarlier or you fail at our force, and lieThe ruins of, rifled, once a world of art?The telling time our task is; time's some part,Not all, but we were framed to fail and die--One spell and well that one. There, ah therebyIs comfort's carol of all or woe's worst smart.Field-flown the departed day no morning bringsSaying 'This was yours' with her, but new one, worse.And then that last and shortest . . .(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: To His Watch... Poems - Post by : wjteller - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1433

The Shepherd's Brow Fronting Forked Lightning The Shepherd's Brow Fronting Forked Lightning

The Shepherd's Brow Fronting Forked Lightning
THE shepherd's brow fronting forked lightning, ownsThe horror and the havoc and the gloryOf it. Angels fall, they are towers, from heaven--a storyOf just, majestical, and giant groans.But man--we, scaffold of score brittle bones;Who breathe, from groundlong babyhood to hoaryAge gasp; whose breath is our _memento mori_--What bass is _our_ viol for tragic tones?He! Hand to mouth he lives, and voids with shame;And, blazoned in however bold the name,Man Jack the man is, just; his mate a hussy.And I that die these deaths, that feed this flame,That ... in smooth spoons spy life's masque mirrored: tameMy tempests... Poems - Post by : edanr - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1966

The Child Is Father To The Man The Child Is Father To The Man

The Child Is Father To The Man
'The child is father to the man.'How can he be? The words are wild.Suck any sense from that who can:'The child is father to the man.'No; what the poet did write ran,'The man is father to the child.''The child is father to the man!'How _can_ he be? The words are wild.(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Child Is Father To The Man... Poems - Post by : lfsanek - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 668

Repeat That, Repeat Repeat That, Repeat

Repeat That, Repeat
REPEAT that, repeat,Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet,With a ballad, with a ballad, a reboundOff trundled timber and scoops of the hillside ground, hollow hollow hollow ground:The whole landscape flushes on a sudden at a sound.(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Repeat That, Repeat... Poems - Post by : mastery - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 2026

The Woodlark The Woodlark

The Woodlark
_TEEVO cheetio cheevio chee:_O where, what can that be?_Weedio-weedio:_ there again!So tiny a trickle of song-strain;And all round not to be foundFor brier, bough, furrow, or green groundBefore or behind or far or at handEither left either rightAnywhere in the sunlight.Well, after all! Ah but hark--'I am the little woodlark. . . . . . . .To-day the sky is two and twoWith white strokes and strains of the blue... Poems - Post by : rmholla - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1228

The Furl Of Fresh-leaved Dogrose Down The Furl Of Fresh-leaved Dogrose Down

The Furl Of Fresh-leaved Dogrose Down
THE furl of fresh-leaved dogrose downHis cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sunHad swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was done.His locks like all a ravel-rope's-end, With hempen strands in spray--Fallow, foam-fallow, hanks--fall'n off their ranks, Swung down at a disarray.Or like a juicy and jostling shock Of bluebells sheaved in MayOr wind-long fleeces on the flock A day off shearing day.Then over his turned temples--here-- Was a rose, or, failing that,Rough-Robin or five-lipped campion clear For a beauty-bow to his hat,And the sunlight sidled, like dewdrops,... Poems - Post by : nar321 - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 2091

Denis, Whose Motionable, Alert, Most Vaulting Wit Denis, Whose Motionable, Alert, Most Vaulting Wit

Denis, Whose Motionable, Alert, Most Vaulting Wit
DENIS, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting witCaps occasion with an intellectual fit.Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber'll hitThe bald and bold blinking gold when all's doneRight rooting in the bare butt's wincing navel in the sight of the sun. . . . . . . . .(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Denis, Whose Motionable, Alert, Most Vaulting Wit... Poems - Post by : dimpleart - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1158

Cheery Beggar Cheery Beggar

Cheery Beggar
BEYOND Magdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain, In Summer, in a burst of summertime Following falls and falls of rain,When the air was sweet-and-sour of the flown fineflower ofThose goldnails and their gaylinks that hang along a lime; . . . . . . . . The motion of that man's heart... Poems - Post by : troydan - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1095

The Times Are Nightfall, Look, Their Light Grows Less The Times Are Nightfall, Look, Their Light Grows Less

The Times Are Nightfall, Look, Their Light Grows Less
THE times are nightfall, look, their light grows less;The times are winter, watch, a world undone:They waste, they wither worse; they as they runOr bring more or more blazon man's distress.And I not help. Nor word now of success:All is from wreck, here, there, to rescue one--Work which to see scarce so much as begunMakes welcome death, does dear forgetfulness.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 . . .(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Times Are Nightfall, Look, Their Light Grows Less... Poems - Post by : nar321 - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1979

What Shall I Do For The Land That Bred Me What Shall I Do For The Land That Bred Me

What Shall I Do For The Land That Bred Me
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 I'll live for her honour. CHORUS. Under her banner live for her honour.Not the pleasure, the pay, the plunder,But country and flag, the flag I am under--There is the shilling that finds me willingTo follow a banner and fight for honour. CH. We follow her banner, we fight for her honour.Call me England's fame's fond lover,Her fame to keep, her fame to recover.Spend me or end me what God... Poems - Post by : donndarcy - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 2886

St. Winefred's Well St. Winefred's Well

St. Winefred's Well
ACT I. Sc. IEnter Teryth from riding, Winefred following.T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you hover and haunt me?W. You came by Caerwys, sir?T. I came by Caerwys.W. There Some messenger there might have met you from my uncle.T. Your uncle met the messenger--met me; and this the message: Lord Beuno comes to-night.W. To-night, sir!T.... Poems - Post by : jschulmansr - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 2052

Hope Holds To Christ The Mind's Own Mirror Out Hope Holds To Christ The Mind's Own Mirror Out

Hope Holds To Christ The Mind's Own Mirror Out
. . . . . . . .HOPE holds to Christ the mind's own mirror outTo take His lovely likeness more and more.It will not well, so she would bring aboutAn ever brighter burnish than beforeAnd turns to wash it from her welling eyesAnd breathes the blots off all with sighs on sighs.Her glass is blest but she as good as blindHolds till hand aches and wonders what is there;Her glass drinks light,... Poems - Post by : omuplata - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 781

(ash-boughs) (ash-boughs)

(ash-boughs)
a.NOT of all my eyes see, wandering on the world,Is anything a milk to the mind so, so sighs deepPoetry to it, as a tree whose boughs break in the sky.Say it is ashboughs: whether on a December day and furledFast or they in clammyish lashtender combs creepApart wide and new-nestle at heaven most high.They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweepThe smouldering enormous winter welkin! MayMells blue and snowwhite through them, a fringe and frayOf greenery: it is old earth's groping towards the steep Heaven whom she childs us... Poems - Post by : webrescue - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1311

The Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom The Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom

The Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom
THE sea took pity: it interposed with doom:'I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand:Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb,And she shall child them on the New-world strand.'(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom... Poems - Post by : acstanfieldent - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 898

On The Portrait Of Two Beautiful Young People On The Portrait Of Two Beautiful Young People

On The Portrait Of Two Beautiful Young People
A Brother and SisterO I admire and sorrow! The heart's eye grievesDiscovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years.A juice rides rich through bluebells, in vine leaves,And beauty's dearest veriest vein is tears.Happy the father, mother of these! Too fast:Not that, but thus far, all with frailty, blestIn one fair fall; but, for time's aftercast,Creatures all heft, hope, hazard, interest.And are they thus? The fine, the fingering beamsTheir young delightful hour do feature downThat fleeted else like day-dissolved dreamsOr ringlet-race on burling Barrow brown.She leans on him with such contentment fondAs well the sister sits, would well the wife;His looks, the soul's own... Poems - Post by : wileycoyote - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1849

What Being In Rank-old Nature Should Earlier Have That Breath Been What Being In Rank-old Nature Should Earlier Have That Breath Been

What Being In Rank-old Nature Should Earlier Have That Breath Been
WHAT being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath beenThat here personal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?--A bush-browed, beetle-browed billow is it?With a south-westerly wind blustering, with a tide rolls reelsOf crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seenUnderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green. . . . . . . . .Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: What Being In... Poems - Post by : wanklethis - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 2990

Summa Summa

Summa
THE best ideal is the true And other truth is none.All glory be ascribed to The holy Three in One.(The end)Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Summa... Poems - Post by : Mindset - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 2541

To R. B. To R. B.

To R. B.
THE fine delight that fathers thought; the strongSpur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame,Breathes once and, quenched faster than it came,Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she longWithin her wears, bears, cares and moulds the same:The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aimNow known and hand at work now never wrong. Sweet fire the sire of muse, my soul needs this;I want the one rapture of an inspiration.O then if in my lagging lines you missThe roll, the rise, the carol, the creation,My winter world, that... Poems - Post by : thenetrhino - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 1637

Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend

Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend
Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c.THOU art indeed just, Lord, if I contendWith thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why mustDisappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dostDefeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lustDo in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakesNow, leaved how thick! laced they are againWith fretty chervil, look, and fresh... Poems - Post by : imsharons - Date : August 2011 - Author : Gerard Manley Hopkins - Read : 2801