Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems

1. A Vision of the Mermaids 11/13/2015
2. Andromeda 1/3/2003
3. As Kingfishers Catch Fire 12/31/2002
4. Ash-Boughs 1/3/2003
5. At The Wedding-March 1/3/2003
6. Barnfloor And Winepress 11/25/2003
7. Binsey Poplars 1/3/2003
8. Brothers 1/3/2003
9. Carrion Comfort 12/31/2002
10. Cheery Beggar 1/3/2003
11. Duns Scotus's Oxford 12/31/2002
12. Easter Communion 11/25/2003
13. Epithalamion 1/3/2003
14. Felix Randal 12/31/2002
15. For A Picture Of St. Dorothea 1/3/2003
16. God's Grandeur 12/31/2002
17. Heaven-Haven 1/3/2003
18. Henry Purcell 1/3/2003
19. Hope Holds To Christ 1/3/2003
20. I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark 12/31/2002
21. In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez 1/13/2003
22. In The Valley Of The Elwy 1/3/2003
23. Inversnaid 1/3/2003
24. It Was A Hard Thing To Undo This Knot 6/25/2015
25. Let Me Be To Thee As The Circling Bird 11/25/2003
26. Love Preparing To Fly 11/25/2003
27. May Magnificat 1/13/2003
28. Moonless Darkness Stands Between 11/25/2003
29. Moonrise 1/3/2003
30. My Own Heart Let Me Have More Have Pity On; Let 1/13/2003
31. My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On 1/3/2003
32. No Worst, There Is None 12/31/2002
33. On The Portrait Of Two Beautiful Young People 1/3/2003
34. Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray 1/13/2003
35. Peace 1/3/2003
36. Penmaen Pool 1/3/2003
37. Pied Beauty 12/31/2002
38. Repeat That, Repeat 1/3/2003
39. Ribblesdale 1/3/2003
40. Spelt From Sibyl's Leaves 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 Lantern Out Of Doors

Sometimes a lantern moves along the night,
That interests our eyes. And who goes there?
I think; where from and bound, I wonder, where,
With, all down darkness wide, his wading light?

Men go by me whom either beauty bright
In mould or mind or what not else makes rare:
They rain against our much-thick and marsh air
Rich beams, till death or distance buys them quite.

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