Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems

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

Comments about Gerard Manley Hopkins

  • 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 :)

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
...

Read the full of God's Grandeur

Brothers

How lovely the elder brother’s
Life all laced in the other’s,
Lóve-laced!—what once I well
Witnessed; so fortune fell.
When Shrovetide, two years gone,
Our boys’ plays brought on
Part was picked for John,
Young Jóhn: then fear, then joy
Ran revel in the elder boy.

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