Francis Thompson

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

Francis Thompson Poems

41. Envoy 4/15/2010
42. Heaven And Hell 4/15/2010
43. After-Strain 4/15/2010
44. A Corymbus For Autumn 4/15/2010
45. Ultimum 4/15/2010
46. By Reason Of Thy Law 4/15/2010
47. After Her Going 4/15/2010
48. To Monica Thought Dying 4/15/2010
49. To The Sinking Sun 4/15/2010
50. A Girls's Sin - In Her Eyes 4/15/2010
51. A Sunset 4/15/2010
52. All Flesh 4/15/2010
53. A May Burden 4/15/2010
54. Hermes 4/15/2010
55. Ex Ore Infantium 4/15/2010
56. Any Saint 4/15/2010
57. A Question 4/15/2010
58. Against Urania 4/15/2010
59. A Judgment In Heaven 4/15/2010
60. Assumpta Maria 4/15/2010
61. A Captain Of Song 4/15/2010
62. Beneath A Photoraph 4/15/2010
63. Ode To The Setting Sun 4/15/2010
64. Orient Ode 4/15/2010
65. An Anthem Of Earth 4/15/2010
66. A Fallen Yew 4/15/2010
67. To My Godchild-Francis M. W. M. 4/15/2010
68. A Dead Astronomer 4/15/2010
69. A Girl's Sin - In His Eyes 4/15/2010
70. Go, Songs, For Ended Is Our Brief, Sweet Play 1/1/2004
71. A Holocaust 4/15/2010
72. Dream Tryst 1/1/2004
73. Beginning Of End 4/15/2010
74. New Year's Chimes 1/3/2003
75. Gilded Gold 1/1/2004
76. To A Poet Breaking Silence 1/1/2004
77. Before Her Portrait In Youth 1/1/2004
78. An Arab Love-Song 1/3/2003
79. To Olivia 1/3/2003
80. What Shall I Your True Love Tell? 1/1/2004

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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