- The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson 1890 - Hound of Heaven
Heaven and I wept together, And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine; Against the red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling heat; But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart In vain my tears were wet on Heaven’s gray cheek For ah! we know not what each other says, These things and I; in sound I
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- The Hound of Heaven - Wikipedia
"The Hound of Heaven" is the fifth chapter in Robert L Short's 1965 book The Gospel According to Peanuts where he describes Snoopy as a "little Christ" carrying out "Christ's ambivalent work of humbling the exalted and exalting the humble "
- The Hound of Heaven
Thousands have read “The Hound of Heaven” with tears, for it is the story of God’s pursuit of all, who, like Thompson, reject him, and try to flee from him I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
- The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson: A Critical . . .
“The Hound of Heaven” by Francis Thompson first appeared in 1890 in the periodical Merry England, later to be included in his 1893 collection of poems A masterpiece of spiritual exploration, the poem is renowned for its dramatic, confessional tone and its vivid, almost hallucinatory imagery
- The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson - Famous poems . . .
The speaker flees through time, space, and his own mind, but the Hound of Heaven, representing God, relentlessly pursues The language is rich and evocative, with vivid imagery and powerful metaphors The poem's existential themes explore the tension between the human desire for freedom and the ultimate surrender to the divine
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Heaven and I wept together, and its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine Against the red throb of its sunset heart, I laid my own to beat And share commingling heat But not by that, by that was eased my human smart In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek For ah! we know what each other says, these things and I; In sound I speak,
- THE HOUND OF HEAVEN - Project Gutenberg
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
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