A poem exploring the landscape and memories written by poet Gerard Manley Hopkins. Created for students studying AS level English Literature. + Informações

Giles Watson reads John Clare's 'Remembrances', one amongst a number of John Clare's poems which struck an environmentalist chord a few decades before Hopkins's 'Binsey Poplars' -- and unlike Hopkins, Clare was capable of a smouldering, righteous anger. 'Remembrances' is at once a poem about the joys of childhood, about the disillusionment of middle-age, and about the destruction of the common lands by the Enclosure Acts of the mid-nineteenth century. In Clare's youth, the land around his village of Helpston was divided in much the same way as it had been under the mediaeval manorial system: crops were rotated in a circular fashion around the village, and large tracts of land were held in common, and never went under the plough. The Enclosure Acts -- a bid for agricultural efficiency imposed from above -- divided the land into enclosures under the control of rich landlords. Hedgerows were planted overnight, ancient trees were felled, and streams diverted in order to conform with theoretical lines drawn on a map somewhere in London, and Clare's childhood world was destroyed. Clare's lyrical mastery is evident in the skill with which the scene shifts backwards and forwards between past and present, and in the rising crescendo of indignation which dominates the second half of the poem, the fulcrum of which is nothing more dramatic than the image of dead, trapped moles hanging from a barbed wire fence: a ghoulish gamekeeper's practice which is, alas, still not extinct in .... + Informações

By Heart: 101 Poems to Remember - Ted Hughes part4/4 Faber Penguin Audiobooks WH Auden: 'Carry Her Over The Water' John Crowe Ransom: Winter Remembered Wilfred Owen: Dulce Et Decorum Est William Shakespeare: 'Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds' John Crowe Ransom: Bells For John Whiteside's Daughter TS Eliot: The Journey Of The Magi Robert Frost: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening William Shakespeare: 'Tir'd With All These, For Restful Death I Cry' WB Yeats: Leda And The Swan Emily Dickinson: 'This World Is Not Conclusion' Gerard Manley Hopkins: Binsey Poplars WB Yeats: 'Come Let Us Mock At The Great' William Wordsworth: The Simplon Pass Thomas Hardy: The Darkling Thrush William Shakespeare: 'My Love Is As A Fever' WB Yeats: Roger Casement William Wordsworth: 'A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal' William Shakespeare: 'Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul' John Donne: Song Emily Dickinson: 'A Wind That Rose' John Keats: To Autumn William Blake: The Sick Rose Robert Frost: Spring Pools William Shakespeare: 'To Be, Or Not To Be' from Hamlet TS Eliot: Mr Apollinax William Shakespeare: 'To-Morrow, And To-Morrow, And To-Morrow' WB Yeats: Death TS Eliot: Death By Water WB Yeats: The Second Coming Emily Dickinson: 'There Came A Wind' William Shakespeare: 'Our Revels Now Are Ended' Robert Frost: Neither Out Far Nor In Deep WH Auden: This Lunar Beauty Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Musical Instrument. + Informações

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Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844-1889, most religiously committed of the Victorian poets. THE HABIT OF PERFECTION ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear. Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb: It is the shut, the curfew sent From there where all surrenders come Which only makes you eloquent. Be shellèd, eyes, with double dark And find the uncreated light: This ruck and reel which you remark Coils, keeps, and teases simple sight. Palate, the hutch of tasty lust, Desire not to be rinsed with wine: The can must be so sweet, the crust So fresh that come in fasts divine! Nostrils, your careless breath that spend Upon the stir and keep of pride, What relish shall the censers send Along the sanctuary side! O feel-of-primrose hands, O feet That want the yield of plushy sward, But you shall walk the golden street And you unhouse and house the Lord. And, Poverty, be thou the bride And now the marriage feast begun, And lily-coloured clothes provide Your spouse not laboured-at nor spun.. + Informações

Gerard Manley Hopkins ? The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo (read by Dylan Thomas) HOW to kéep?is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, from vanishing.... + Informações