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The Hound Of Heaven. By Francis Thompson (1890) I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears. I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped;
The Hound of Heaven" is a 182-line poem written by English poet Francis Thompson (1859–1907). The poem became famous and was the source of much of Thompson's posthumous reputation. It was first printed in 1890 in the periodical Merry England, [1] later to appear in Thompson's first volume of poems in 1893. [2]
May 13, 2011 · Read, review and discuss the The Hound of Heaven poem by Francis Thompson on Poetry.com.
Francis Thompson. THE HOUND OF HEAVEN. I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears. I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,
Dec 21, 2009 · The "Hound of Heaven" has been called the greatest ode in the English language. Such was the contemporary verdict of some of the most respected critics of the time, and the conviction of its justness deepens with the passing of years.
Nov 13, 2020 · “The Hound of Heaven” was written when Thompson was living at Our Lady of England Priory while recovering from opium addiction.
The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind, and in the mist of tears. I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
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The hound of heaven. by. Thompson, Francis, 1859-1907. Publication date. 1996. Topics. English poetry. Publisher. London : Phoenix.
He soon fell into a life of despair and destitution, sleeping on the banks of the Thames with London's homeless and selling matches just to stay alive. Yet it was during this time, in the midst of all his hunger, deprivation and hopelessness, that he was most able to see the kingdom of Heaven.
