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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The Hound of Heaven

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Complete Poetical Works of ...

3.78 avg rating — 23 ratings — published 1913 — 35 editions
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Selected Poems of Francis T...

4.29 avg rating — 14 ratings — published 1893 — 4 editions
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The Poems of Francis Thomps...

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Saint Ignatius Loyola

3.67 avg rating — 3 ratings — published 1909 — 15 editions
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The Works of Francis Thomps...

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The Poetry Of Francis Thomp...

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Sister Songs: An Offering t...

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Victorian Ode For Jubilee D...

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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 other's pain, and perish in our own.”
Francis Thompson