The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

in the climate of our conception?
‘Migrants’ (1990)
8.35 Francis Thompson 1859-1907
As the run-stealers flicker to and fro,
To and fro:—
O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago!
‘At Lord’s’ (1913)
The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose’s scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose!
‘Daisy’ (1913)
Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in other’s pain,
And perish in our own.
‘Daisy’ (1913)
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.
‘The Hound of Heaven’ (1913) pt. 1
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbéd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat—and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet—
All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.
‘The Hound of Heaven’ (1913) pt. 1
I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve:
Be soon.
‘The Hound of Heaven’ (1913) pt. 2
To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;
Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.
‘The Hound of Heaven’ (1913) pt. 2
Such is: what is to be?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
‘The Hound of Heaven’ (1913) pt. 4