O world invisible, we view thee,<br>O world intangible, we touch thee,<br>O world unknowable, we know thee,<br>Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! <br class="br">Źródło: The Kingdom of God [w:] Hound of Heaven and Other Poems http://books.google.pl/books?id=PQtelt_QFYUC&printsec=frontcover&source=gbs_ge_summary_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q&f=false, Branden Books, 1978, s. 78.
Francis Thompson cytaty
Francis Thompson: Cytaty po angielsku
“I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve: Be soon.”
Francis Thompson The Hound of Heaven
St. 2.
The Hound of Heaven (1893)
St. 4. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
Daisy http://www.bartleby.com/103/26.html (1893), st. 15.
“Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.”
To My Godchild (this line is inscribed on Thompson's gravestone).
Francis Thompson The Hound of Heaven
St. 1.
The Hound of Heaven (1893)
Francis Thompson The Hound of Heaven
St. 4.
The Hound of Heaven (1893)
St. 1. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
Shelley. In the Dublin Review (July 1908).
St. 5. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
Francis Thompson The Hound of Heaven
St. 5.
The Hound of Heaven (1893)
Daisy http://www.bartleby.com/103/26.html (1893), st. 2.
“Short arm needs man to reach to Heaven,
So ready is Heaven to stoop to him.”
Grace of the Way http://www.lib.utexas.edu/epoetry/thompson.q3c/thompson.q3c-96.html, st. 6.
“Thou canst not stir a flower / Without troubling of a star.”
The Mistress of Vision (1913).
“The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,
Moves all the labouring surges of the world.”
Sister Songs http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext99/ssngs10.txt, Pt. II (1908).
“The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.”
St. 3. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
Daisy http://www.bartleby.com/103/26.html (1893), st. 10.
The Poppy http://books.google.com/books?id=qM8VAAAAYAAJ&q=&quot;Summer+set+lip+to+earth's+bosom+bare+And+left+the+flushed+print+in+a+poppy+there+Like+a+yawn+of+fire+from+the+grass+it+came+And+the+fanning+wind+puffed+it+to+flapping+flame&quot;&pg=PA6#v=onepage.
