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POETRY: Gerard Manley Hopkins
The Half-Way House Love I was shewn upon the mountain-side And bid to catch Him ere the drop of day. See, Love, I creep and Thou on wings dost ride: Love, it is evening now and Thou away; Love, it...
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SATURDAY READING: Despair, by Joyce Carol Oates
From Deadly Sins What mysterious cruelty in the human soul; to have invented despair as a “sin”! Like the Seven Deadly Sins employed by the medieval Roman Catholic Church to terrify the faithful into...
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POETRY: My Own Heart, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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. I cast for comfort I can no more get...
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POETRY: That Nature Is A Heraclitean Fire And Of The Comfort Of The...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs they throng; they glitter in marches. Down roughcast, down dazzling...
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POETRY: The Half-Way House, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Love I was shewn upon the mountain-side And bid to catch Him ere the drop of day. See, Love, I creep and thou on wings dost ride: Love, it is evening now and thou away; Love, it grows darker here and...
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POETRY: The Candle Indoors, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture mild night’s blear-all black, Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye. By that window...
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POETRY: My Prayers Must Meet A Brazen Heaven by Gerard Manley Hopkins
My prayers must meet a brazen heaven And fail and scatter all away. Unclean and seeming unforgiven My prayers I scarcely call to pray. I cannot buoy my heart above; Above I cannot entrance win. I...
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POETRY: Binsey Poplars, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
felled 1879 My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That...
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POETRY: Let Me Be To Thee As The Circling Bird, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Let me be to Thee as the circling bird, Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings That shapes in half-light his departing rings, From both of whom a changeless note is heard. I have found my music in a...
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POETRY: The Windhover, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
To Christ our Lord I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High...
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POETRY: O Deus Ego Amo Te, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
O God, I love thee, I love thee— Not out of hope of Heaven for me Nor fearing not to love and be In the everlasting burning. Thou, thou, my Jesus, after me Didst reach thine arms out dying, For my sake...
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POETRY: I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness...
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