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Poems for study » God's Grandeur » Synopsis of God's Grandeur

Location

God’s Grandeur was written in 1877, whilst Hopkins was studying at St. Beuno’s College outside St.Asaph in North Wales.

The scenery here is partly coastal, partly river valley (the Vale of Clwyd), with rolling hills either side. To the west, the hills gradually climb higher, till they run into the mountains of Snowdonia. However, in this poem, Hopkins is not trying to paint a specific landscape. Rather, he is using nature philosophically. The scene may inspire him, but in a general way only. In this, he differs from the Romantic poets, or even some of his later poems, in which he goes into detail about the scene.

Hopkins’ new style

This is one of Hopkins’ first poems after he felt he could write poetry again. It was also the first of many sonnets he was to write in his new style, so it is worth spending more space looking at its sonnet form than we will with some of the other sonnets.

The sonnet form (especially in its Petrarchan form) typically poses a problem in the octave (first eight lines), or asks a question; the sestet (last six lines) provides an answer or resolution of some sort. This is what we find here.

Investigating God's Grandeur
  • In a sentence, can you say what the problem is in the poem’s octave?
    • Can you say what the resolution is in the sestet?
  • Would it make any difference if the poem had been called ‘God’s Greatness?’

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 went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah!
bright wings.