A Question (Francis Thompson Poems)
O bird with heart of wassail, That toss the Bacchic branch,And slip your shaken music, An elfin avalanche;Come tell me, ...
Francis Thompson Poems (105 Poems)
The Kingdom of God (Francis Thompson Poems)
'_In no Strange Land_' O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world ...
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 ...
After Her Going (Francis Thompson Poems)
The after-even! Ah, did I walk, Indeed, in her or even?For nothing of me or around But absent She did ...
A May Burden (Francis Thompson Poems)
Though meadow-ways as I did tread,The corn grew in great lustihead,And hey! the beeches burgeoned.By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!It ...
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 ...
In No Strange Land (Francis Thompson Poems)
The kingdom of God is within youO world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world ...
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 ...
Dream tryst (Francis Thompson Poems)
The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven, Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all ...
Grief’s Harmonics (Francis Thompson Poems)
At evening, when the lank and rigid trees,To the mere forms of their sweet day-selves drying,On heaven's blank leaf seem ...
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 ...
Nocturn (Francis Thompson Poems)
I walk, I only,Not I only wake;Nothing is, this sweet night,But doth couch and wakeFor its love's sake;Everything, this sweet ...
‘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 ...
Beneath A Photoraph (Francis Thompson Poems)
Phoebus, who taught me art divine,Here tried his hand where I did mine;And his white fingers in this faceSet my ...
Hermes (Francis Thompson Poems)
Soothsay. Behold, with rod twy-serpented,Hermes the prophet, twining in one powerThe woman with the man. Upon his headThe cloudy cap, ...
Dedication To Wilfred And Alice Meynell (Francis Thompson Poems)
If the rose in meek dutyMay dedicate humblyTo her grower the beautyWherewith she is comely;If the mine to the minerThe ...
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 ...
Envoy (Francis Thompson Poems)
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:And some are sung, ...
To A Snowflake (Francis Thompson Poems)
What heart could have thought you? — Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely, From what ...
An Arab Love-Song (Francis Thompson Poems)
The hunch?d camels of the nightTrouble the bright And silver waters of the moon. The Maiden of the Morn will ...
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play (Francis Thompson Poems)
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:And some are sung, and ...
Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea (Francis Thompson Poems)
Her soul from earth to Heaven lies,Like the ladder of the vision,Whereon goTo and fro,In ascension and demission,Star-flecked feet of ...
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 ...
A Dead Astronomer (Francis Thompson Poems)
(Father Perry, S.J.)Starry amorist, starward gone,Thou art--what thou didst gaze upon!Passed through thy golden garden's bars,Thou seest the Gardener of ...
At Lord’s (Francis Thompson Poems)
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,Though my own red roses there may blow;It is ...
‘Chose Vue’ (Francis Thompson Poems)
A metrical caprice.Up she rose, fair daughter--well she was gracedAs a cloud her going, stept from her chair,As a summer-soft ...
Heaven And Hell (Francis Thompson Poems)
'Tis said there were no thought of hell, Save hell were taught; that there should beA Heaven for all's self-credible. ...
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 ...
Dedication To Coventry Patmore. (Francis Thompson Poems)
Lo, my book thinks to look Time's leaguer down,Under the banner of your spread renown!Or if these levies of impuissant ...