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

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 with toil;
And wears man's smudge |&| shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
...

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Tom's Garland

upon the Unemployed


Tom—garlanded with squat and surly steel
Tom; then Tom’s fallowbootfellow piles pick
By him and rips out rockfire homeforth—sturdy Dick;
Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his meal
Sure, ’s bed now. Low be it: lustily he his low lot (feel
That ne’er need hunger, Tom; Tom seldom sick,

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