The Last Hero (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
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