Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins SJwas an English poet, convert to Catholicism, and Jesuit priest, whose posthumous fame established him among the leading Victorian poets. His manipulation of prosodyand his use of imagery established him after his death as an innovative writer of religious verse...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 July 1844
heart men mind
I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living.
mean men smell
I consider my selfbeing ... that taste of myself, of I and me above and in all things, which is more distinctive than the taste of ale or alum, more distinctive than the smell of walnutleaf or camphor, and is incommunicable by any means to another man.
genius originality poetic
Every true poet, I thought, must be original and originality a condition of poetic genius; so that each poet is like a species in nature (not an individuum genericum or specificum ) and can never recur. That nothing shd. be old or borrowed however cannot be.
heart self mind
My own heart let me more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; not live this tormented mind With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
shelter fool crystals
Crystal sincerity hath found no shelter but in a fool's cap.
air mercy rounds
I say that we are wound With mercy round and round As if with air.
study admire masterpiece
The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.
eye sacred host
We have him [God] before our eyes, masked in the sacred Host
doubt horrible tennyson
Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Tennyson.
What I do is me, for that I came.
life sweet couple
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced-fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.
men despair wish
NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
spring blow lilies
I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow.
horse prayer wall
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 woman with a sloppail, give him glory too. He is so great that all things give him glory if you mean they should.