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Gerard Manley Hopkins Short Poems

Famous Short Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Gerard Manley Hopkins. A collection of the all-time best Gerard Manley Hopkins short poems


by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 Repeat that, repeat,
Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet,
With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound 
Off trundled timber and scoops of the hillside ground, hollow hollow hollow ground:
The whole landscape flushes on a sudden at a sound.



by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 God with honour hang your head,
Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed
With lissome scions, sweet scions,
Out of hallowed bodies bred.
Each be other's comfort kind: Déep, déeper than divined, Divine charity, dear charity, Fast you ever, fast bind.
Then let the March tread our ears: I to him turn with tears Who to wedlock, his wonder wedlock, Déals tríumph and immortal years.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 Moonless darkness stands between.
Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem-star may lead me To the sight of Him Who freed me From the self that I have been.
Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy; Make me meek, Lord: Thou wert lowly; Now beginning, and alway: Now begin, on Christmas day.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail 
May’s beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow 
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, 
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 To him who ever thought with love of me 
Or ever did for my sake some good deed 
I will appear, looking such charity 
And kind compassion, at his life’s last need
That he will out of hand and heartily
Repent he sinned and all his sins be freed.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 I have desired to go
 Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
 And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 He play'd his wings as tho' for flight; 
They webb'd the sky with glassy light.
His body sway'd upon tiptoes, Like a wind-perplexed rose; In eddies of the wind he went At last up the blue element.



by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been
That h?re p?rsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?— 
A bush-browed, beetle-br?wed b?llow is it? 
With a so?th-w?sterly w?nd bl?stering, with a tide rolls reels 
Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen
?nderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green.
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Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling

Summa  Create an image from this poem
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 The best ideal is the true 
And other truth is none.
All glory be ascrib?d to The holy Three in One.

Denis  Create an image from this poem
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit 
Caps occasion with an intellectual fit.
Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber ’ll hit The bald and b?ld bl?nking gold when ?ll ’s d?ne Right rooting in the bare butt’s wincing navel in the sight of the sun.
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by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 To the 
happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns 
exiles by the Falk Laws 
drowned between midnight and morning of 
Dec.
7th.
1875

by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 'The child is father to the man.
' How can he be? The words are wild.
Suck any sense from that who can: 'The child is father to the man.
' No; what the poet did write ran, 'The man is father to the child.
' 'The child is father to the man!' How can he be? The words are wild.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins
 The sea took pity: it interposed with doom: 
‘I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand: 
Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb, 
And she shall child them on the New-world strand.
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