I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn falcon.
– Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing 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 lightning to hear him sing.
– Gerard Manley Hopkins
Towery city and branching between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded.
– Gerard Manley Hopkins
What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet, Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.
– Gerard Manley Hopkins
It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus except by flying thither.
– Gerard Manley Hopkins
Beauty is a relation, and the apprehension of it a comparison.