Any day, any minute we bless God for our being or for anything, for food, for sunlight, we do and are what we were meant for, madefor--things that give and mean to give God glory.
Gerard Manley HopkinsNo 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 HopkinsNothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. 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 it cloy.
Gerard Manley HopkinsThe Indian gods are imposing, the Greek gods are not. Indeed they are not brave, not self-controlled, they have no manners, they are not gentlemen and ladies.
Gerard Manley HopkinsSpring and Fall: To a Young Child Mรกrgarรฉt, are you grรญeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leรกves, lรญke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! รกs the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wรญll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sรณrrow's sprรญngs รกre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It รญs the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
Gerard Manley Hopkins