What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?— Be under her banner and live for her honour: Under her banner I’ll live for her honour. CHORUS. Under her banner live for her honour. Not the pleasure, the pay, the plunder, But country […]
What Being in Rank-Old Nature poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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. . . […]
Tom’s Garland poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
upon the Unemployed Tom—garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom’s fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out rockfire homeforth—sturdy Dick; Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his meal Sure, ‘s bed now. Low be it: lustily he his low lot (feel That ne’er need hunger, Tom; Tom seldom […]
To What Serves Mortal Beauty? poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
To what serves mortal beauty ‘—dangerous; does set danc- ing blood—the O-seal-that-so ‘ feature, flung prouder form Than Purcell tune lets tread to? ‘ See: it does this: keeps warm Men’s wits to the things that are; ‘ what good means—where a glance Master more may than gaze, ‘ gaze out of countenance. Those […]
To Seem The Stranger Lies My Lot, My Life poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangers. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near And he my peace my parting, sword and strife. England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wife To my creating thought, would neither hear Me, were I pleading, plead nor […]
To R. B. poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenchèd faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song. Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long Within her wears, bears, cares and moulds the same: The widow […]
To His Watch poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart Warm beat with cold beat company, shall I Earlier or you fail at our force, and lie The ruins of, rifled, once a world of art? The telling time our task is; time’s some part, Not all, but we were framed to fail and die— One spell and […]
To Him Who Ever Thought with Love of Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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. […]
To a Young Child poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep and […]
Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c. Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners’ ways prosper? and why must Disappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my […]