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
greatness oil flames
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.
two light excellence
It seems then that it is not the excellence of any two things (or more) in themselves, but those two things as viewed by the light of each other, that makes beauty.
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.
creative quality males
The male quality is the creative gift.
heart past ivy
Natural heart's ivy, Patience masks Our ruins of wrecked past purpose.
writing poetry literature
I do not write for the public. You are my public and I hope to convert you.
communism communist horrible
Horrible to say, in a manner I am a Communist.
nature flames color
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame
mean interesting catholic
You do not mean by mystery what a Catholic does. You mean an interesting uncertainty: the uncertainty ceasing interest ceases also.... But a Catholic by mystery means an incomprehensible certainty: without certainty, without formulation there is no interest;... the clearer the formulation the greater the interest.
determination self world
For human nature, being more highly pitched, selved, and distinctive than anything in the world, can have been developed, evolved,condensed, from the vastness of the world not anyhow or by the working of common powers but only by one of finer or higher pitch and determination than itself.
solitude companion ecstasy
Even with one companion ecstasy is almost banished.
beauty nature eye
I thought how sadly beauty of inscape was unknown and buried away from simple people and yet how near at hand it was if they had eyes to see it and it could be called out everywhere again.
peace war alarms
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?
self taste my-own
Searching nature I taste self but at one tankard, that of my own being.