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

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    Francis Thompson’s poetry has such mystical beauty. He is one of my favorite poets.

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Best Poem of Francis Thompson

Daisy

Where the thistle lifts a purple crown
Six foot out of the turf,
And the harebell shakes on the windy hill--
O breath of the distant surf!--

The hills look over on the South,
And southward dreams the sea;
And with the sea-breeze hand in hand
Came innocence and she.

Where 'mid the gorse the raspberry
Red for the gatherer springs;
Two children did we stray and talk
Wise, idle, childish things.

She listened with big-lipped surprise,
Breast-deep 'mid flower and spine:
Her skin was like a grape whose veins
Run snow instead of ...

Read the full of Daisy

To A Snowflake

What heart could have thought you? --
Past our devisal
(O filigree petal!)
Fashioned so purely,
Fragilely, surely,
From what Paradisal
Imagineless metal,
Too costly for cost?
Who hammered you, wrought you,