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" And is thy earth so marred, Shattered in shard on shard? Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me! "
Poems - Page 53
by Francis Thompson - 1893 - 81 pages
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The Hound of Heaven

Francis Thompson - 1911 - 11 pages
...the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again; But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned; His...which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields 10 Be dunged with rotten death ? Now of that long pursuit Comes on at hand the bruit ; That Voice is...
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THE HOUND OF HEAVEN

FRANCIS THOMAS - 1911
...half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again ; But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned; His...which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields 10 it bruit ; a bursting sea: marred, i shard ? iiou fliest Me ! ing I jve apart ? of naught" (He said),...
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The Works of Francis Thompson, Volume 1

Francis Thompson - Essays - 1913
...half -glimpsed turrets slowly wash again. But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned ; His...or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest-fields Be dunged with rotten death? Now of that long pursuit Comes on at hand the bruit ; That...
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The Spirit of American Literature

John Albert Macy - American literature - 1913 - 347 pages
...do not know? Or is the identity of these powerful metaphors less striking than I find it? THOMPSON: Whether man's heart or life it be which yields Thee...must thy harvest fields Be dunged with rotten death? LANIEH: Mulched with unsavory death, Grow, Soul ! unto such white estate, That virginal-prayerful art...
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The hills of contemplation: throughts for contemplation for every day of the ...

Fiona McKay - Fiction - 1917 - 452 pages
...the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again. But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal, cypresscrowned ; His name I know, and what his trumpet saith. Francis Thompson. Sudden death is the only thing to fear. . . . We know ourselves so little that many...
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Quiet Talks on the Deeper Meaning of the War and Its Relation to Our Lord's ...

Samuel Dickey Gordon - Second Advent - 1919 - 286 pages
...half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again ; But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned ; His name I know, and what his trumpet saith. Whether man 's heart or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields Be dunged with rotten...
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The Hound of Heaven: An Interpretation

Hound of heaven - 1921 - 89 pages
...ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned; 150 His name I know, and what his trumpet saith. Whether...dunged with rotten death? Now of that long pursuit 155 Comes on at hand the bruit; That Voice is round me like a bursting sea; "And is thy earth so marred....
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The Treasury of Catholic Wisdom

John A. Hardon - Religion - 1987 - 737 pages
...not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpurea!, cypress-crowner; His name I know, and what his trumpet saith. Whether...or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest-fields Be dunged with rotten death? That Voice is round me like a bursting sea; "And is the...
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Pilgrim Souls: A Collection of Spiritual Autobiography

Amy Mandelker, Elizabeth Powers - Biography & Autobiography - 1999 - 543 pages
...the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again; But not ere Him Who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned; His Name I know, and what His trumpet saith. Whether man 's heart or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields Be dunged with rotten...
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