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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At Lord's

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though my own red roses there may blow;
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.
For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast,
And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,
And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host
As the run-stealers flicker to and fro,
To and fro: -

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