Francis Thompson Quotes
My freshness is spending its wavering shower in the dust.
The fairest things have fleetest end,Their scent survives their close:But the rose's scent is bitter...
Show MoreWhat you theoretically know vividly realize.
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flow...
Show MoreWhere is the land of Luthany,Where is the tract of Elenore?I am bound therefore.'Pierce thy heart to...
Show MoreNothing begins and nothing ends That is not paid with moan For we are born in others' pain And p...
Show MoreSummer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
In all change well looked into the germinal good out-vails the apparent ill.
