Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems

1. Strike, Churl 1/3/2003
2. St. Alphonsus Rodriguez 1/3/2003
3. Tom's Garland 1/3/2003
4. The Silver Jubilee 1/3/2003
5. The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns 1/3/2003
6. Ribblesdale 1/3/2003
7. The Furl Of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down 1/3/2003
8. Penmaen Pool 1/3/2003
9. St. Winefred's Well 1/3/2003
10. The Half-Way House 11/25/2003
11. The Loss Of The Eurydice 1/3/2003
12. The Handsome Heart 1/3/2003
13. The Woodlark 1/3/2003
14. To His Watch 1/3/2003
15. Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray 1/13/2003
16. On The Portrait Of Two Beautiful Young People 1/3/2003
17. The Soldier 1/3/2003
18. The Lantern Out Of Doors 1/3/2003
19. The Sea Took Pity 1/3/2003
20. To Him Who Ever Thought With Love Of Me 1/3/2003
21. Summa 1/3/2003
22. The Times Are Nightfall 1/3/2003
23. What Being In Rank-Old Nature 1/3/2003
24. Spelt From Sibyl's Leaves 1/3/2003
25. The May Magnificat 1/3/2003
26. To R.B. 1/3/2003
27. The Bugler's First Communion 1/3/2003
28. Barnfloor And Winepress 11/25/2003
29. What Shall I Do For The Land That Bred Me 1/3/2003
30. My Own Heart Let Me Have More Have Pity On; Let 1/13/2003
31. The Caged Skylark 12/31/2002
32. In The Valley Of The Elwy 1/3/2003
33. The Sea And The Skylark 1/3/2003
34. Repeat That, Repeat 1/3/2003
35. In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez 1/13/2003
36. To What Serves Mortal Beauty? 1/3/2003
37. The Leaden Echo And The Golden Echo 1/3/2003
38. Thee, God, I Come From 1/3/2003
39. The Candle Indoors 1/3/2003
40. Moonrise 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Gerard Manley Hopkins

Heaven-Haven

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.

Read the full of Heaven-Haven

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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