Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems

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

Comments about Gerard Manley Hopkins

  • Peter Lathan (4/10/2020 8:33:00 AM)

    " what is name of poem that begins: " The World is charged with the grandeur of God....." It's " God's Grandeur" !

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  • delene evert (1/19/2020 10:57:00 AM)

    what is name of poem that begins: " The World is charged with the grandeur of God.....

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  • beckhem (9/15/2019 1:32:00 PM)

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  • Lucille (5/9/2018 12:58:00 PM)

    very individual work

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  • Jolyon Laycock (5/1/2018 9:19:00 AM)

    Poem Hunter present a fine selection of Hopkins' work but there are notable omissions: Harry Ploughman, and That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire

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  • Frederick Kesner Frederick Kesner (3/7/2018 5:00:00 AM)

    Good to be reading and reacquainting with GM again!

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  • Rosella Decker (5/21/2013 7:05:00 AM)

    I just was watching an episode of The Waltons and John Boy read a poem to his mother, it was one of Gerard Manley Hopkin's poems.

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  • Sarthak Das (4/1/2012 9:13:00 AM)

    hmmm...............nice 1 :)

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Best Poem of Gerard Manley Hopkins

Easter Communion

Pure fasted faces draw unto this feast:
God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips.
You striped in secret with breath-taking whips,
Those crooked rough-scored chequers may be pieced
To crosses meant for Jesu's; you whom the East
With draught of thin and pursuant cold so nips
Breathe Easter now; you serged fellowships,
You vigil-keepers with low flames decreased,

God shall o'er-brim the measures you have spent
With oil of gladness, for sackcloth and frieze
And the ever-fretting shirt of punishment
Give myrrhy-threaded golden folds of ease.
Your ...

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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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