And the headbonny ash that sits over the burn. What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O Let them be left, wildness and wet: Long live the weeds and the wilderness… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Tennyson. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
Time has three dimensions and one positive pitch or direction. It is therefore not so much like any river or any sea as like… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
And though we do have him before our eyes, masked in the Sacred Host, at mass and Benediction and within our lips receive him… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.-Have, get, before… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
It is not only prayer that gives God glory but work. Smitting on an anvil, sawing a beam, whitewashing a wall, driving horses, sweeping, scouring, everything gives God some glory if being in his grace you do it as your duty. To go to communion worthily gives God great glory, but a man with a dungfork in his hand, a… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share
“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 candle, Or paring of paradisaical fruit, lovely in waning but lustreless, Stepped from the stool, drew back from the barrow, of dark Maenefa the mountain; A cusp still… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share
When I compare myself, my being-myself, with anything else whatever, all things alike, all in the same degree, rebuff me with blank unlikeness. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
All the world is full of inscapeand chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
