Francis Thompson

(16 December 1859 – 13 November 1907 / Preston, England)

Francis Thompson Poems

1. Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second 4/15/2010
2. Epilogue--To The Poet's Sitter 4/15/2010
3. The Dread Of Height 4/15/2010
4. Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The First 4/15/2010
5. July Fugitive 4/15/2010
6. Love's Almsman Plaineth His Fare 4/15/2010
7. My Lady The Tyranness 4/15/2010
8. Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - The Proem 4/15/2010
9. Penelope 4/15/2010
10. Dedication To Wilfred And Alice Meynell 4/15/2010
11. Dedication To Coventry Patmore. 4/15/2010
12. Messages 4/15/2010
13. Chose Vue 4/15/2010
14. Memorat Memoria 4/15/2010
15. The Cloud's Swan-Song 4/15/2010
16. Heard On The Mountain 4/15/2010
17. Grief's Harmonics 4/15/2010
18. Her Portrait 4/15/2010
19. Contemplation 4/15/2010
20. Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea 4/15/2010
21. Retrospect 4/15/2010
22. Orient Ode 4/15/2010
23. Nocturn 4/15/2010
24. Love Declared 4/15/2010
25. Ex Ore Infantium 4/15/2010
26. The Way Of A Maid 4/15/2010
27. The Making Of Viola 4/15/2010
28. The After Woman 4/15/2010
29. The End Of It 4/15/2010
30. The Heart: Two Sonnets 4/15/2010
31. Manus Animam Pinxit 4/15/2010
32. Ode To The Setting Sun - Prelude 4/15/2010
33. To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster 4/15/2010
34. House Of Bondage 4/15/2010
35. The Mistress Of Vision 4/15/2010
36. Epilogue 4/15/2010
37. To Daisies 4/15/2010
38. Unto This Last 4/15/2010
39. Where Art Thou Come? 4/15/2010
40. To A Child 4/15/2010
Best Poem of Francis Thompson

The Hound Of Heaven

I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears
I hid from him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated
Adown titanic glooms of chasme d hears
From those strong feet that followed, followed after
But with unhurrying chase and unperturbe d pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat, and a Voice beat,
More instant than the feet:
All things betray thee who betrayest me.

I pleaded, outlaw--wise by...

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To Olivia

I fear to love thee, Sweet, because
Love's the ambassador of loss;
White flake of childhood, clinging so
To my soiled raiment, thy shy snow
At tenderest touch will shrink and go.
Love me not, delightful child.
My heart, by many snares beguiled,
Has grown timorous and wild.
It would fear thee not at all,

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