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Gerard Manley Hopkins's Poetry, by title

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  • (The Soldier)
    Yes. Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless
    Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part,
    14 lines
  • Andromeda
    Now Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude,
    With not her either beauty’s equal or
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • As Kingfishers Catch Fire
    As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
    As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
    16 lines, 3 comments
  • Ash-Boughs
    a.
    Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world,
    20 lines
  • At The Wedding March
    God with honour hang your head,
    Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed
    12 lines
  • Binsey Poplars
    (Felled 1879)
    My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
    25 lines, 11 comments
  • Brothers
    How lovely the elder brother’s
    Life all laced in the other’s,
    43 lines
  • Caged Skylark
    As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
      Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house,
    19 lines
  • Carrion Comfort
    Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
    Not untwist -- slack they may be -- these last strands of man
    18 lines, 3 comments
  • Cheery Beggar
    Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain,
    In Summer, in a burst of summertime
    11 lines
  • Denis
    Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit
    Caps occasion with an intellectual fit.
    6 lines
  • Duns Scotus's Oxford
    Towery city |&| branchy between towers;
    Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarm{`e}d, lark charm{`e}d, rook racked,
    15 lines
  • Epithalamion
    Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe
    We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood
    53 lines
  • Felix Randal
    Félix Rándal the fárrier, O is he déad then? my dúty all énded,
    Who have watched his mould of man, bigboned and hardy-handsome
    14 lines
  • For a Picture of St. Dorothea
    I bear a basket lined with grass;
    I am so light, I am so fair,
    24 lines
  • God's Grandeur
    THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • Harry Ploughman
    Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue
    Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank
    19 lines
  • Heaven--Haven: A Nun Takes The Veil
    I have desired to go
    Where springs not fail,
    8 lines
  • Henry Purcell
    The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell
    and praises him that, whereas other musicians have
    20 lines
  • Hope Holds to Christ
    Hope holds to Christ the mind’s own mirror out
    To take His lovely likeness more and more.
    13 lines
  • Hurrahing in Harvest
    Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise
    Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
    14 lines
  • I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark
    I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
    What hours, O what black hours we have spent
    16 lines
  • In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez
    Laybrother of the Society of Jesus
    15 lines
  • In The Valley Of The Elwy
    I remember a house where all were good
    To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:
    14 lines
  • Inversnaid
    This darksome burn, horseback brown,
    His rollrock highroad roaring down,
    16 lines
  • May Magnificat
    May is Mary's month, and I
    Muse at that and wonder why:
    48 lines
  • Moonrise
    I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning:
    The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a finger-nail held to the
    7 lines
  • Morning Midday And Evening Sacrifice
    The dappled die-away
    Cheek and wimpled lip,
    21 lines
  • My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity on
    My own heart let me more have pity on; let
    Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
    14 lines
  • No Worst, There Is None. Pitched Past Pitch Of Grief
    No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
    More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
    14 lines
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