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Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins

Now first published: Edited with notes by Robert Bridges
Hopkins, Gerard Manley,1844-1889

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EARLY POEMS
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POEMS 1876–1889
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[4] THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND
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5 Penmaen Pool
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6 The Silver Jubilee:
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7 God's Grandeur
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8 The Starlight Night
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9 Spring
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10 The Lantern out of Doors
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11 The Sea and the Skylark
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12 The Windhover:
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13 Pied Beauty
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14 Hurrahing in Harvest
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15 The Caged Skylark
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16 In the Valley of the Elwy
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17 The Loss of the Eurydice
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18 The May Magnificat
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19 Binsey Poplars
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20 Duns Scotus's Oxford
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21 Henry Purcell
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22 Peace
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23 The Bugler's First Communion
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24 Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice
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25 Andromeda
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26 The Candle Indoors
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27 The Handsome Heart:
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28 At the Wedding March
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29 Felix Randal
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30 Brothers
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31 Spring and Fall:
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32 Spelt from Sibyl's Leaves
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33 Inversnaid
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35 Ribblesdale
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36 The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo
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37 The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe
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38 To what serves Mortal Beauty?
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39 (The Soldier)
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40 (Carrion Comfort)
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42 Tom's Garland:
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43 Harry Ploughman
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48 That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection
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49 In honour of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez
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51 To R. B.
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UNFINISHED POEMS & FRAGMENTS

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Tom's Garland:

upon the Unemployed

Tom—garlanded with squat and surly steel
Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick
By him and rips out rockfire homeforth—sturdy Dick;
Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his meal
Sure, 's bed now. Low be it: lustily he his low lot (feel
That ne'er need hunger, Tom; Tom seldom sick,
Seldomer heartsore; that treads through, prickproof, thick
Thousands of thorns, thoughts) swings though. Common-weal
Little I reck ho! lacklevel in, if all had bread:
What! Country is honour enough in all us—lordly head,
With heaven's lights high hung round, or, mother-ground
That mammocks, mighty foot. But no way sped,
Nor mind nor mainstrength; gold go garlanded
With, perilous, O nó; nor yet plod safe shod sound;
Undenizened, beyond bound
Of earth's glory, earth's ease, all; no one, nowhere,
In wide the world's weal; rare gold, bold steel, bare
In both; care, but share care—
This, by Despair, bred Hangdog dull; by Rage,
Manwolf, worse; and their packs infest the age.
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