The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl. Francis Thompson More Quotes by Francis Thompson More Quotes From Francis Thompson An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident. Francis Thompson atheistchristianbelieve All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star. Francis Thompson starsflowerpower 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. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine. Francis Thompson winefiresummer Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps. Francis Thompson agnosticismeverlasting Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star. Francis Thompson starsnatureflower Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven. Francis Thompson nurseryheavenlooks Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own. Francis Thompson bornpainends A dog, I will maintain, is a very tolerable judge of beauty, as appears from the fact that any liberally educated dog does, in a general way, prefer a woman to a man. Francis Thompson judgingdogmen Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee. Francis Thompson womenviewsworld The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her. Francis Thompson familylonelinessmother There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise. Francis Thompson paradiselabelsmen Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires. Francis Thompson feethomespring So for thy spirit did devise Its Maker seemly garniture, Of its own essence parcel pure.-- From grave simplicities a dress, And reticent demureness, And love encinctured with reserve; Which the woven vesture would subserve. For outward robes in their ostents Should show the soul's habiliments. Therefore I say,--Thou'rt fair even so, But better Fair I use to know. Francis Thompson simplicityessencesoul Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me? Francis Thompson shyheavenjesus The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose. Francis Thompson flowerroselove Babies breathe a lot more rapidly than adults do, and what's more, they're also growing quickly and so they're absorbing lots more into the body and they're more fragile in terms of development and so on. Francis Thompson adultsdevelopmentbaby Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola. Francis Thompson earthmotherbaby But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill. Francis Thompson serenitymoldgold In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill. Francis Thompson wellsveilsill The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world. Francis Thompson shiningmoonmoving
