The Heart: Two Sonnets (Francis Thompson Poems)
IThe heart you hold too small and local thing,Such spacious terms of edifice to bear.And ...
Francis Thompson Poems on Love (47 Poems)
House Of Bondage (Francis Thompson Poems)
IWhen I perceive Love's heavenly reaping stillRegard perforce the clouds' vicissitude,That the fixed spirit loves not when it will,But craves ...
Penelope (Francis Thompson Poems)
Love, like a wind, shook wide your blosmy eyes,You trembled, and your breath came sobbing-wise For that you loved me.You ...
Beginning Of End (Francis Thompson Poems)
She was aweary of the hoveringOf Love's incessant tumultuous wing;Her lover's tokens she would answer not--'Twere well she should be ...
Messages (Francis Thompson Poems)
What shall I your true-love tell, Earth-forsaking maid? What shall I your true-love tell, When life's spectre's ...
The Way Of A Maid (Francis Thompson Poems)
The lover whose soul shaken isIn some decuman billow of bliss,Who feels his gradual-wading feetSink in some sudden hollow of ...
What shall I your true love tell? (Francis Thompson Poems)
What shall I your true love tell, Earth forsaking maid? What shall I your true love tell When life's spectre's ...
‘Where Art Thou Come?’ (Francis Thompson Poems)
'Friend, whereto art thou come?' Thus Verity;Of each that to the world's sad OlivetComes with no multitude, but alone by ...
To A Child (Francis Thompson Poems)
Whenas my life shall time with funeral treadThe heavy death-drum of the beaten hours,Following, sole mourner, mine own manhood dead,Poor ...
To Olivia (Francis Thompson Poems)
I fear to love thee, Sweet, because Love's the ambassador of loss; White flake of childhood, clinging so To my ...
The End Of It (Francis Thompson Poems)
She did not love to love; but hated himFor making her to love, and so her whimFrom passion taught misprision ...
The Hound of Heaven (Francis Thompson Poems)
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
The Poppy (Francis Thompson Poems)
To Monica Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a ...
To Olivia (Francis Thompson Poems)
I fear to love thee, Sweet, because Love's the ambassador of loss; White flake of childhood, clinging so To my ...
What shall I your true love tell? (Francis Thompson Poems)
What shall I your true love tell, Earth forsaking maid? What shall I your true love tell When life's spectre's ...
Before Her Portrait In Youth (Francis Thompson Poems)
As lovers, banished from their lady's face And hopeless of her grace, Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place, Fondly ...
Daisy (Francis Thompson Poems)
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on the windy ...