Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems

41. Spring And Fall: To A Young Child 1/20/2003
42. St. Alphonsus Rodriguez 1/3/2003
43. St. Winefred's Well 1/3/2003
44. Strike, Churl 1/3/2003
45. Summa 1/3/2003
46. The Alchemist In The City 11/25/2003
47. The Blessed Virgin Compared To The Air We Breathe 1/3/2003
48. The Bugler's First Communion 1/3/2003
49. The Caged Skylark 12/31/2002
50. The Candle Indoors 1/3/2003
51. The Furl Of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down 1/3/2003
52. The Habit Of Perfection 1/3/2003
53. The Half-Way House 11/25/2003
54. The Handsome Heart 1/3/2003
55. The Lantern Out Of Doors 1/3/2003
56. The Leaden Echo And The Golden Echo 1/3/2003
57. The Loss Of The Eurydice 1/3/2003
58. The May Magnificat 1/3/2003
59. The Sea And The Skylark 1/3/2003
60. The Sea Took Pity 1/3/2003
61. The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns 1/3/2003
62. The Silver Jubilee 1/3/2003
63. The Soldier 1/3/2003
64. The Starlight Night 12/31/2002
65. The Times Are Nightfall 1/3/2003
66. The Windhover 12/31/2002
67. The Woodlark 1/3/2003
68. The Wreck Of The Deutschland 12/31/2002
69. Thee, God, I Come From 1/3/2003
70. Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend 1/13/2003
71. To A Young Child 1/3/2003
72. To Him Who Ever Thought With Love Of Me 1/3/2003
73. To His Watch 1/3/2003
74. To R.B. 1/3/2003
75. To Seem The Stranger Lies My Lot, My Life 1/13/2003
76. To What Serves Mortal Beauty? 1/3/2003
77. Tom's Garland 1/3/2003
78. What Being In Rank-Old Nature 1/3/2003
79. What Shall I Do For The Land That Bred Me 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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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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