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. Inscription 4/15/2010
16. Ode To The Setting Sun - Prelude 4/15/2010
17. The Cloud's Swan-Song 4/15/2010
18. Heard On The Mountain 4/15/2010
19. Grief's Harmonics 4/15/2010
20. Her Portrait 4/15/2010
21. Contemplation 4/15/2010
22. Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea 4/15/2010
23. Retrospect 4/15/2010
24. Orient Ode 4/15/2010
25. Nocturn 4/15/2010
26. Love Declared 4/15/2010
27. Ex Ore Infantium 4/15/2010
28. The Way Of A Maid 4/15/2010
29. The Making Of Viola 4/15/2010
30. The After Woman 4/15/2010
31. The End Of It 4/15/2010
32. The Heart: Two Sonnets 4/15/2010
33. Manus Animam Pinxit 4/15/2010
34. To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster 4/15/2010
35. House Of Bondage 4/15/2010
36. Epilogue 4/15/2010
37. Unto This Last 4/15/2010
38. Where Art Thou Come? 4/15/2010
39. To Daisies 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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The Poppy

To Monica

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.

With burnt mouth, red like a lion's, it drank
The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank,

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