The Times Are Nightfall by Gerard Manley Hopkins The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they wither worse; they as they run Or bring more or more blazon man’s distress. And I not help. Nor word now of success:
21 Oct 2020 08:49

The Times Are Nightfall by Gerard Manley Hopkins The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they wither worse; they as they run Or bring more or more blazon man’s distress. And I not help. Nor word now of success: 

The Times Are Nightfall by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less;
The times are winter, watch, a world undone:
They waste, they wither worse; they as they run
Or bring more or more blazon man’s distress.
And I not help. Nor word now of success:
All is from wreck, here, there, to rescue one—
Work which to see scarce so much as begun
Makes welcome death, does dear forgetfulness.

Or what is else? There is your world within.
There rid the dragons, root out there the sin.
Your will is law in that small commonweal

Watch 7thheaven illustration show and contribute for the making of 7thheaven on earth | Personal Fundraising Page with GoGetFunding https://gogetfunding.com/watch-7thheaven-illustration-show-and-contribute-for-the-making-of-7thheaven-on-earth/ via

Check out *"7th HEAVEN ILLUSTRATED*" A daily 7 photo pic story **A
picture is a poem without words.*

Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possibl??e, speak a few sensible words.

A man may die, nations may rise and fall,but an idea lives on. Ideas have
endurance without death. Fact don't cease to exist even when you IGNORE IT.

Read it with sorrow and you will feel hate.
Read it with anger and you will feel vengeful.
Read it with paranoia and you will feel confusion.
Read it with empathy and you will feel compassion.
Read it with love and you will feel flattery.
Read it with hope and you will feel positive.
Read it with humor and you will feel joy.
Read it with God and you will feel the truth.
Read it without bias and you will feel peace.
Don't read it at all and you will not feel a thing.”
Arunoday Kar
7thhaven.in #poem #poetry #picturestory

Advertise with us make profit
http://samrat747.webs.com/advertisment.htm

Reg in my site7thhaven.in use it as lucky charm in all your
email jobs ,observe weekly wisdom, for the best and the safe experience of
journey of life , feel the difference.
The kingdom of 7thhaven.in on earth mention theory and practice https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/7thhavenonearth/
Like to buy book on it get it here
https://www.createspace.com/3843081 TRUISM
https://www.createspace.com/3844060 charm
Buy everyday 7th heaven products and feel blissful

https://shop.spreadshirt.com/7thheaven/

THE CURE FOR BORE??DOM IS CURIOSITY. THERE IS NO CURE FOR CURIOSITY.

Cafe Coffee Day's first TV Commercial "Sit Down".:
http://youtu.be/G6BF4KLl2hQ via .


media options
comments
There are no comments yet, be the first one to leave a comment!

leave a comment »
Login
Username

Pin


 

or


Comment:



In my site@leastonce a week, OBSERVE weekly wisdom with ILLUSTRATION,called spirituality MadeEasy inTRUISM &KNOW HOW.get aLUCKY7 charm E-mai

web www.7thheven.in

navigation
Penmaen Pool by Gerard Manley Hopkins For the Visitors' Book at the Inn   Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or school O where live well your lease of leisure But here at, here at Penmaen Pool? You'll dare the Alp? you'll dart the skiff?— Each sport has here its tackle and tool: Come, plant the staff by Cadair cliff; Come, swing the sculls on Penmaen Pool. The Times Are Nightfall by Gerard Manley Hopkins The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they wither worse; they as they run Or bring more or more blazon man’s distress. And I not help. Nor word now of success: My prayers must meet a brazen heaven by Gerard Manley Hopkins My prayers must meet a brazen heaven And fail and scatter all away. Unclean and seeming unforgiven My prayers I scarcely call to pray. I cannot buoy my heart above; Above I cannot entrance win. I reckon precedents of love, But feel the long success of sin.
info
shared on
views
1
posted using
direct link
embed