Quotes by : Francis Thompson

Nothing begins and nothing ends That is not paid with moan For we are born in others' pain And perish....

My freshness is spending its wavering shower in the dust.

What you theoretically know vividly realize.

Where is the land of Luthany,Where is the tract of Elenore?I am bound therefore.'Pierce thy heart to....

In all change well looked into the germinal good out-vails the apparent ill.

The fairest things have fleetest end,Their scent survives their close:But the rose's scent is bitternessTo....

All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower....

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.