Gerard Manley Hopkins

(28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889 / Stratford, Essex)

Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems

1. St. Alphonsus Rodriguez 1/3/2003
2. What Being In Rank-Old Nature 1/3/2003
3. To R.B. 1/3/2003
4. Strike, Churl 1/3/2003
5. What Shall I Do For The Land That Bred Me 1/3/2003
6. To His Watch 1/3/2003
7. The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns 1/3/2003
8. St. Winefred's Well 1/3/2003
9. The Silver Jubilee 1/3/2003
10. Ribblesdale 1/3/2003
11. The Furl Of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down 1/3/2003
12. In The Valley Of The Elwy 1/3/2003
13. For A Picture Of St. Dorothea 1/3/2003
14. My Own Heart Let Me Have More Have Pity On; Let 1/13/2003
15. Duns Scotus's Oxford 12/31/2002
16. In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez 1/13/2003
17. To Seem The Stranger Lies My Lot, My Life 1/13/2003
18. Cheery Beggar 1/3/2003
19. The May Magnificat 1/3/2003
20. Spelt From Sibyl's Leaves 1/3/2003
21. To Him Who Ever Thought With Love Of Me 1/3/2003
22. On The Portrait Of Two Beautiful Young People 1/3/2003
23. Tom's Garland 1/3/2003
24. Summa 1/3/2003
25. At The Wedding-March 1/3/2003
26. The Lantern Out Of Doors 1/3/2003
27. The Times Are Nightfall 1/3/2003
28. Penmaen Pool 1/3/2003
29. Love Preparing To Fly 11/25/2003
30. Andromeda 1/3/2003
31. My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On 1/3/2003
32. Repeat That, Repeat 1/3/2003
33. The Loss Of The Eurydice 1/3/2003
34. Thee, God, I Come From 1/3/2003
35. Ash-Boughs 1/3/2003
36. Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray 1/13/2003
37. The Bugler's First Communion 1/3/2003
38. The Sea Took Pity 1/3/2003
39. May Magnificat 1/13/2003
40. To A Young Child 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.

Read the full of Heaven-Haven

The Handsome Heart

at a Gracious Answer


‘But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy
You?’—‘Father, what you buy me I like best.’
With the sweetest air that said, still plied and pressed,
He swung to his first poised purport of reply.

What the heart is! which, like carriers let fly—

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