Produced by Lewis Jones Hopkins, Gerard Manley (1918) "Poems" _Poems_ of Gerard Manley Hopkins now first published Edited with notes by ROBERT BRIDGES Poet Laureate LONDON HUMPHREY MILFORD _CATHARINAE_ HVNC LIBRVM QVI FILA EIVS CARISSIMI POETAE DEBITAM INGENIO LAVDEM EXPECTANTIS SERVM TAMEN MONVMENTVM ESSET ANNVM AETATIS XCVIII AGENTI VETERIS AMICITIAE PIGNVS D D D _R B_ Transcriber's notes: The poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins contain unconventional English, accents and horizontal lines. Facsimile images of the poems as originally published are freely available online from the Internet Archive. Please use these images to check for any errors or inadequacies in this electronic text. The editor's endnotes refer to the page numbers of the Author's _Preface_ and to the first page of the _Early Poems_. I have therefore inserted these page numbers in round brackets: (1), (2), etc. up to (7). For pages 1 to 7 the line numbers in this electronic version are the same as those referred to in the editor's endnotes. After page 7 this text mainly follows the editor's endnotes which, apart from the occasional page reference, refer to the poems by their numbers. For example: 5. PENMAEN POOL. In poem _26_ I have retained the larger than normal spacing between the first and second words of the eighth line. In poem _36_ I have rendered the first word of line 28 as "One." In the original the accent falls on the second letter but I did not have a text character to record this accurately. The editor's notes contain one word and, later, one phrase from the ancient Greek; these are retained but the Greek letters have been Englished. CONTENTS Author's Preface Early Poems Poems 1876-1889 Unfinished Poems & Fragments EDITORIAL Preface to Notes Notes OUR generation already is overpast, And thy lov'd legacy, Gerard, hath lain Coy in my home; as once thy heart was fain Of shelter, when God's terror held thee fast In life's wild wood at Beauty and Sorrow aghast; Thy sainted sense tramme'd in ghostly pain, Thy rare ill-broker'd talent in disdain: Yet love of Christ will win man's love at last. Hell wars without; but, dear, the while my hands Gather'd thy book, I heard, this wintry day, Thy spirit thank me, in his young delight Stepping again upon the yellow sands. Go forth: amidst our chaffinch flock display Thy plumage of far wonder and heavenward flight! Chilswell, Jan. 1918. (1) AUTHOR'S PREFACE THE poems in this book* (*That is, the MS. described in Editor's preface as B. This preface does not apply to the early poems.) are written some in Running Rhythm, the common rhythm in English use, some in Sprung Rhythm, and some in a mixture of the two. And those in the common rhythm are some counterpointed, some not.