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Table of Contents

God’s Grandeur 5

Summary 5

Annotation 6

Spring 9

Summary 9

Annotation 10

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame 13

Summary 13

Annotation 14

The Windhover 16

Summary 16

Annotation 17

Pied Beauty 20

Summary 20

Annotation 21

Felix Randal 24

Summary 24

Annotation 25

Inversnaid 27

Summary 27

Annotation 28

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day 30

Summary 30

Annotation 31

No worst there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief 34

Summary 34

Annotation 35

Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend 37

Summary 38

Annotation 38

Sample Answers 40

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HOPKINS, Gerard Manley (2015-2018)

Gerard Manley Hopkins SJ (28 July 1844 8 June 1889) was an English poet, convert to Catholicism, and Jesuit priest, whose posthumous fame established him among the leading Victorian poets. His manipulation of prosody (particularly his invention of sprung rhythm) and his use of imagery established him after his death as an innovative writer of religious verse.

God’s Grandeur

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God’s Grandeur

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, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; Bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West wen...

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