Francis Thompson

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

Francis Thompson Poems

1. A Carrier Song 4/15/2010
2. A Corymbus For Autumn 4/15/2010
3. After-Strain 4/15/2010
4. Chose Vue 4/15/2010
5. Dedication To Coventry Patmore. 4/15/2010
6. Dedication To Wilfred And Alice Meynell 4/15/2010
7. Epilogue--To The Poet's Sitter 4/15/2010
8. July Fugitive 4/15/2010
9. Love's Almsman Plaineth His Fare 4/15/2010
10. My Lady The Tyranness 4/15/2010
11. Penelope 4/15/2010
12. Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The First 4/15/2010
13. Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - The Proem 4/15/2010
14. The Way Of A Maid 4/15/2010
15. To Daisies 4/15/2010
16. To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster 4/15/2010
17. Unto This Last 4/15/2010
18. Where Art Thou Come? 4/15/2010
19. Ode To The Setting Sun - Prelude 4/15/2010
20. Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea 4/15/2010
21. The Dread Of Height 4/15/2010
22. Memorat Memoria 4/15/2010
23. After Her Going 4/15/2010
24. By Reason Of Thy Law 4/15/2010
25. Inscription 4/15/2010
26. Beginning Of End 4/15/2010
27. A Girls's Sin - In Her Eyes 4/15/2010
28. Manus Animam Pinxit 4/15/2010
29. A May Burden 4/15/2010
30. A Sunset 4/15/2010
31. All Flesh 4/15/2010
32. Her Portrait 4/15/2010
33. Heard On The Mountain 4/15/2010
34. Contemplation 4/15/2010
35. Retrospect 4/15/2010
36. Nocturn 4/15/2010
37. Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second 4/15/2010
38. The Cloud's Swan-Song 4/15/2010
39. To Monica Thought Dying 4/15/2010
40. To A Child 4/15/2010

Comments about Francis Thompson

  • Jane Nevinger (1/13/2018 5:34:00 PM)

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

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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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