The Wild Knight (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
ITHE year hath turned, and daily grows the light:The garden stirs and wakens from its sleep,And tiny spikes of green ...
It trembled off the keys,-a parting kissSo sweet,-the angel slept upon his swordAs through the gate of Paradise we swept,-Partakers ...
WHY is it that yon far-off, mellowed hornSounds like an antique story, half-forlorn,Half-sweet, with iterance of rare echoes sentUp the ...
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