Francis Thompson
Francis Thompson
Francis Thompsonwas an English poet and ascetic. After attending college, he moved to London to become a writer, but could only find menial work and 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...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth16 December 1859
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Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul.
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Happiness is the shadow of things past, Wich fools still take for that which is to be!
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Nothing begins and nothing ends That is not paid with moan; For we are born in other's pain, And perish in our own
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The chambers in the house of dreams Are fed with so divine an air, That Time's hoary wings grow young therein, And they who walk there are most fair.
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Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.
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For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.