Category Archives: Francis Thompson

At Lord’s – Francis Thompson 

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 … Continue reading

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An Arab Love Song – Francis Thompson

The hunchèd camels of the nightTrouble the bright  And silver waters of the moon.  The Maiden of the Morn will soon  Through Heaven stray and sing,  Star gathering.  Now while the dark about our loves is strewn,  Light of my … Continue reading

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Poem -A May Burden – Francis Thompson

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 is the month, the jolly month,  It is the jolly month of May.  God ripe the … Continue reading

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Poem – All Fresh – Francis Thompson  

I do not need the skies’  Pomp, when I would be wise;  For pleasaunce nor to use  Heaven’s champaign when I muse.  One grass-blade in its veins  Wisdom’s whole flood contains;  Thereon my foundering mind  Odyssean fate can find.  O … Continue reading

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