Author: Gerard Manley Hopkins

Cited by

• Peter Fallon (1)
  • IN: News of the World (None) Poetry, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Long live the weeds...
    FROM: "Inversnaid", (1881), Poem, UK
• Cassandra Clare (1)
  • IN: Clockwork Princess (2015) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; / Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man / In me or, wmost weary, cry I can no more. I can; / Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
    FROM: Carrion Comfort, (1918), Poem, UK
• Victoria Lamb (1)
  • IN: Witchrise (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall, frightful, sheer, no man fathomed.
    FROM: No worst, there is none, (1918), Poem, UK
• Emily Murdoch (1)
  • IN: If you Find Me (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
    FROM: Spring and Fall: to a young child, (1880), Poem, UK
• Craig Nova (2)
  • IN: All the Well Dead Yale Men (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Thou mastering me God! giver of breath and bread; World's strand, sway of the sea; Lord of living and dead; Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh, And after it almost unmade, what with dread, Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh? Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.
    FROM: The Wreck of the Deutschland, (1918), Poem, UK
  • IN: All the Dead Yale Men (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: THOU mastering me God! giver of breath and bread; World's strand, sway of the sea; Lord of living and dead; Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh, And after it almost unmade, what with dread, Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh? Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• John Mortimer (1)
  • IN: Titmuss Regained (1990) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
    FROM: Inversnaid, (1918), Poem, UK
• Francine Prose (1)
  • IN: Goldengrove (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sorrow’s springs are the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed: t is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
    FROM: Spring and Fall: To a Young Child, (1918), Poem, UK