Potential Titles: Francis Thompson
Aug. 1st, 2011 04:36 pmNor to use heaven's champaign - Francis Thompson "All Flesh"
One grass-blade in its veins - Francis Thompson "All Flesh"
Smoothed earth's furrowed face - Francis Thompson "Daisy"
Grapes of the heaven's star-loaden vine - Francis Thompson "The Dread of Height"
Ask where all the angels were - Francis Thompson "Ex Ore Infantium"
For my house all made of sky - Francis Thompson "Ex Ore Infantium"
Down the arches of the years - Francis Thompson "The Hound of Heaven"
The fish soar to find the ocean - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"
The eagle plunge to find the air - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"
Where the wheeling systems darken - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"
The traffic of Jacob's ladder - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"
Their kings a broken brood - Francis Thompson "Lilium Regis"
When night was on the waters - Francis Thompson "Lilium Regis"
Where no star its breath can draw - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Thrice three times it was enwalled - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
A singing that has chords of weeping - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Pierce thy heart to find the key - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Only what none else would keep - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Learn to water joy with tears - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
When earth and heaven lay down their veil - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
All things by immortal power - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Not stir a flower without troubling of a star - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Shield and mirror to the fair snake-curled Pain - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
With emerald from our mortal mornings grey - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
An ambuscade of lights - Francis Thompson "New Year's Chimes"
In its own fourfold embrace - Francis Thompson "New Year's Chimes"
With His hammer of wind - Francis Thompson "To a Snowflake"
Swung into its azure roads again - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Giver of golden days - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Implores a poet's power - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
To blossom from my dust - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Keep the vigils of the night - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
A golden crevice in the sky - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Search with unaccustomed glance - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Thickened with inundating dark - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
In phantom flame of flag and flower - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
As might suit a pageant of the dead - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Binding up wounds, but pouring in no balm - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
A cup of milk and honey blent with fire - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Where the sole-thoughted Dante waited him - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Who led the iron-throated harmonies of war - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Against the outgoing sea of ebbing mystery - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
When thy cities flake the night with flames - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Thy proudest torches yet shall be their names - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Fair right of jubilee is thine - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Whom these portents warn but not alarm - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
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One grass-blade in its veins - Francis Thompson "All Flesh"
Smoothed earth's furrowed face - Francis Thompson "Daisy"
Grapes of the heaven's star-loaden vine - Francis Thompson "The Dread of Height"
Ask where all the angels were - Francis Thompson "Ex Ore Infantium"
For my house all made of sky - Francis Thompson "Ex Ore Infantium"
Down the arches of the years - Francis Thompson "The Hound of Heaven"
The fish soar to find the ocean - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"
The eagle plunge to find the air - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"
Where the wheeling systems darken - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"
The traffic of Jacob's ladder - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"
Their kings a broken brood - Francis Thompson "Lilium Regis"
When night was on the waters - Francis Thompson "Lilium Regis"
Where no star its breath can draw - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Thrice three times it was enwalled - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
A singing that has chords of weeping - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Pierce thy heart to find the key - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Only what none else would keep - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Learn to water joy with tears - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
When earth and heaven lay down their veil - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
All things by immortal power - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Not stir a flower without troubling of a star - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
Shield and mirror to the fair snake-curled Pain - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
With emerald from our mortal mornings grey - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"
An ambuscade of lights - Francis Thompson "New Year's Chimes"
In its own fourfold embrace - Francis Thompson "New Year's Chimes"
With His hammer of wind - Francis Thompson "To a Snowflake"
Swung into its azure roads again - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Giver of golden days - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Implores a poet's power - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
To blossom from my dust - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Keep the vigils of the night - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
A golden crevice in the sky - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Search with unaccustomed glance - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."
Thickened with inundating dark - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
In phantom flame of flag and flower - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
As might suit a pageant of the dead - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Binding up wounds, but pouring in no balm - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
A cup of milk and honey blent with fire - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Where the sole-thoughted Dante waited him - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Who led the iron-throated harmonies of war - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Against the outgoing sea of ebbing mystery - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
When thy cities flake the night with flames - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Thy proudest torches yet shall be their names - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Fair right of jubilee is thine - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Whom these portents warn but not alarm - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
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