Author Archive for Gerard Manley Hopkins

Poem: "The Starlight Night"
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Poem: “The Starlight Night”

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The Starlight Night Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!    O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!    The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there! Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves’-eyes! The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!    Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set […]

Poem: "Heaven-Haven"
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Poem: “Heaven-Haven”

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Heaven-Haven I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail, And a few lilies blow. And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea. Gerard Manley Hopkins

Poem: "As Kingfishers Catch Fire"
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Poem: “As Kingfishers Catch Fire”

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As Kingfishers Catch Fire As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one […]

Poem: "Cheery Beggar"
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Poem: “Cheery Beggar”

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Cheery Beggar Beyond Mágdalen 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 of Those goldnails and their gaylinks that hang along a lime; The motion of that man’s heart is […]

Poem: "Pied Beauty"
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Poem: “Pied Beauty”

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Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, […]

Poem: "God's Grandeur"
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Poem: “God’s Grandeur”

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God’s Grandeur The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared […]