The Project Gutenberg E-text of The Hound of Heaven
by Francis Thompson
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About this eBook
- Author
- Thompson, Francis, 1859-1907
- Title
- The Hound of Heaven
- Credits
- Produced by Al Haines
- Language
- English
- LoC Class
- PR: Language and Literatures: English literature
- Subject
- English poetry
- Category
- Text
- eBook-No.
- 30730
- Project Gutenberg
- https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/30730
- Release Date
- December 21, 2009
- Copyright
- Public domain in the USA.
Contents
- 1.Untitled
- 2.THE HOUND OF HEAVEN — When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities Page 52 ] — THE HOUND OF HEAVEN — By FRANCIS THOMPSON — WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY STELLA LANGDALE — NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1926 — INTRODUCTION — Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears Page 45 — Across the margent of the world I fled Page 47 — I said to dawn: Be sudden Page 47 — I knew how the clouds arise, Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings Page 51 ] — Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke! ..... smitten me to my knee; I am defenceless utterly Page 55 ] — Yea, faileth now even dream The dreamer Page 55 ] — The hid battlements of Eternity: Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again Page 56 ] — Whether man's heart or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields Be dunged with rotten death? Page 57 ] — OF "THE HOUND OF HEAVEN"
- 3.ILLUSTRATIONS — When she lit her glimmering tapers . . . . . . . . . Frontispiece — Titanic glooms of chasmed fears — Across the margent of the world I fled — I said to dawn: Be sudden — I knew how the clouds arise — Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke! — Yea, faileth now even dream — The hid battlements of Eternity — Whether man's heart or life it be which yields — I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways — Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside (missing from book) — Thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot — In her wind-walled palace — I shook the pillaring hours — And now my heart is as a broken fount — That Voice is round me like a bursting sea — I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind
- 4.THE HOUND OF HEAVEN — Thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot 'thwart a heaven Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet — In her wind-walled palace — I shook the pillaring hours And pulled my life upon me — And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver — That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
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