The Road to Roundabout (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's ...
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks ...
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, ...
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