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Francis Thompson
Francis Thompson (1859–1907) was an English poet and writer known for his deeply spiritual and mystical works. His most famous poem, "The Hound of Heaven," explores themes of divine pursuit and human resistance to God's grace. Thompson's life was marked by poverty, illness, and addiction, but his literary talents were recognized by contemporaries like G.K. Chesterton and Coventry Patmore. Despite his struggles, Thompson's poetry left a lasting impact on religious and spiritual literature of the late Victorian era.
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SIGHT AND INSIGHT. 'Wisdom is easily seen by them that love her, and is foundby them that seek her.To think therefore upon her is perfect understanding.' WISDOM, vi. I Secret was the garden;Set i' the pathless aweWhere no star its breath can draw.Life, that is its warden,Sits behind the fosse of death. Mine eyes saw not,and I saw. II It was a mazeful wonder;Thrice three times it was...
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SHELLEY: AN ESSAY The Church, which was once the mother of poets no less than of saints, during the last two centuries has relinquished to aliens the chief glories of poetry, if the chief glories of holiness she has preserved for her own. The palm and the laurel, Dominic and Dante, sanctity and song, grew together in her soil: she has retained the palm, but forgone the laurel. Poetry in its widest...
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