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The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson

By Francis Thompson

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, deep-lines

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 midst of tears I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated Adown titanic glooms of chasme d hears From those strong feet that followed, followed after But with unhurrying chase and unperturbe d pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat, and a Voice beat, More instant than the feet:

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"I fled Him down the nights and down the days..."

"The Hound of Heaven" by Francis Thompson is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic english poem consisting of 175 lines. This English poem by Francis Thompson demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Francis Thompson's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Francis Thompson

Francis Thompson (1859–1907) was an English poet and mystic best known for "The Hound of Heaven," a poem about God's pursuit of the soul. Once homeless and addicted, he was rescued and became one of the most celebrated poets of the 1890s.

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