How it works
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
The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.
Francis Thompson
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Francis Thompson
Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
Francis Thompson
An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.
Francis Thompson
The summer looks out from her brazen tower, Through the flashing bars of July.
Francis Thompson
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Francis Thompson
For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.
Francis Thompson
Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.
Francis Thompson
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there
Francis Thompson
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Francis Thompson