Francis Thompson





Francis Thompson


Born
in Preston, Lancashire, The United Kingdom
December 16, 1859

Died
November 13, 1907

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Francis Thompson was an English poet and ascetic. After attending college, he moved to London to become a writer, but in menial work, became addicted to opium, and was a street vagrant for years. A married couple read his poetry and rescued him, publishing his first book Poems in 1893. Thompson lived as an unbalanced invalid in Wales and at Storrington, but wrote three books of poetry, with other works and essays, before dying of tuberculosis in 1907.

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Complete Poetical Works of ...

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Selected Poems of Francis T...

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The Works of Francis Thomps...

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Sister Songs: An Offering t...

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Saint Ignatius Loyola

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Poems

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The Poetry Of Francis Thomp...

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“The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To her who loved the rose.”
Francis Thompson, Complete Poetical Works of Francis Thompson

“Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.”
Francis Thompson

“For we are born in others pain, and perish in our own.”
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