Francis Thompson
1859 - 1907
Poems
- The breaths of kissing night and day...
- Hearken my chant,‘ tis...
- I fled Him, down the nights and down the days...
- EPILOGUE
- Where the thistle lifts a purple crown...
- THE POPPY — TO MONICA
- You, O the piteous you...
- DEDICATION OF “POEMS”
- DEDICATION OF “NEW POEMS” To COVENTRY PATMORE
- THE MAKING OF VIOLA
- TO MY GODCHILD
- LINES