Gerard Manley Hopkins

Gerard Manley Hopkins

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)


This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his
Flutes and low to the lake falls home
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Morning Midday And Evening Sacrifice

The dappled
Cheek and wimpled lip,
The gold-wisp, the
Eye, all in fellowship—This, all this beauty blooming,
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The Habit Of Perfection

Elected Silence, sing to
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and
The music that I care to hear
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The Windhover

I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling
In his ecstasy
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In The Valley Of The Elwy

I remember a house where all were good To me,
God knows, deserving no such thing: Comforting smell breathed at very entering,
Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood
That cordial air made those kind people a hood All over, ...
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Heaven--Haven A Nun Takes The Veil

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 s...
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To R B

The fine delight that fathers thought; the
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
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