Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889). Wessex Poems and Other Verses. 1918.
Index of First Lines
- A buglar boy from barrack—it is over the hill
- As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
- As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme
- Best ideal is the true, The
- Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge
- But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy
- Child is father to the man, The
- Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows
- Dappled die-away, The
- Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit
- Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable
- Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavés throng
- Elected Silence, sing to me
- Eurydice—it concerned thee, O Lord, The
- Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended
- Fine delight that fathers thought; the strong, The
- Furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down, The
- Glory be to God for dappled things
- God with honour hang your head
- Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue
- Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe
- Have, fair fallen, O fair, fair have fallen, so dear
- Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say
- Hope holds to Christ the mind’s own mirror out
- How all ’s to one thing wrought!
- How lovely the elder brother’s
- How to kéep—is there ány any
- I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night
- I bear a basket lined with grass
- I caught this morning morning’s minion
- I have desired to go
- I remember a house where all were good
- I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day
- Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
- Márgaré,t áre you gríeving
- May is Mary’s month, and I
- Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart
- My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled
- My own heart let me have more have pity on
- Nothing is so beautiful as spring
- Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee
- Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world
- No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief
- Now Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude
- O I admire and sorrow! The heart’s eye grieves
- On ear and ear two noises too old to end
- Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray
- Repeat that, repeat
- Sea took pity: it interposed with doo, The
- Shepherd’s brow, fronting forked lightning, owns, The
- Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by
- Sometimes a lantern moves along the night
- Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail
- Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
- Teevo cheevo cheevio chee
- Thee, God, I come from, to thee go
- This darksome burn, horseback brown
- Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend
- Though no high-hung bells or din
- Thou mastering me
- Times are nightfall, look, their light grows less, The
- To him who ever thought with love of me
- Tom—garlanded with squat and surly steel
- To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life
- Towery city and branchy between towers
- To what serves mortal beauty
- What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been
- What is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you hover and haunt me?
- What shall I do for the land that bred me
- When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut
- Who long for rest, who look for pleasure
- Wild air, world-mothering air
- World is charged with the grandeur of God, The
- Yes. Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him?