Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems
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. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod,
John Keats Poems
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art!
Not in lone splendour hung amid the night;
Not watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's devout sleepless eremite,
The morning-waters at their priestlike task
Of pure abl
W.H. Auden Poems
If I Could Tell You
Time will say nothing but I told you so
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,