Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems

41. The Blessed Virgin Compared To The Air We Breathe 1/3/2003
42. Let Me Be To Thee As The Circling Bird 11/25/2003
43. Moonrise 1/3/2003
44. Repeat That, Repeat 1/3/2003
45. To A Young Child 1/3/2003
46. Cheery Beggar 1/3/2003
47. Ash-Boughs 1/3/2003
48. In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez 1/13/2003
49. For A Picture Of St. Dorothea 1/3/2003
50. The Caged Skylark 12/31/2002
51. Andromeda 1/3/2003
52. At The Wedding-March 1/3/2003
53. Duns Scotus's Oxford 12/31/2002
54. The Starlight Night 12/31/2002
55. Henry Purcell 1/3/2003
56. Love Preparing To Fly 11/25/2003
57. The Wreck Of The Deutschland 12/31/2002
58. Epithalamion 1/3/2003
59. Hope Holds To Christ 1/3/2003
60. The Habit Of Perfection 1/3/2003
61. Spring 1/3/2003
62. Brothers 1/3/2003
63. Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend 1/13/2003
64. In The Valley Of The Elwy 1/3/2003
65. No Worst, There Is None 12/31/2002
66. Peace 1/3/2003
67. As Kingfishers Catch Fire 12/31/2002
68. I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark 12/31/2002
69. Binsey Poplars 1/3/2003
70. Felix Randal 12/31/2002
71. Carrion Comfort 12/31/2002
72. Inversnaid 1/3/2003
73. Pied Beauty 12/31/2002
74. The Windhover 12/31/2002
75. Easter Communion 11/25/2003
76. Moonless Darkness Stands Between 11/25/2003
77. The Alchemist In The City 11/25/2003
78. Spring And Fall: To A Young Child 1/20/2003
79. Heaven-Haven 1/3/2003
80. God's Grandeur 12/31/2002
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 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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