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 ...
All seemed delighted, though the elders more,Of course, than were the children.--Thus, beforeMuch interchange of mirthful compliment,The story-teller said _his_ ...
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,-- So ...
Found Solitary Among the Hills. I. O pansy-violet, With early April wet, How frail and pure you look Lost in this glow-worm nook Of heaven-holding hills: Down ...
Mine eyes are so confused,My cheek it is so pale,My head is so bemused,A realm of fairy-tale.I wanted, boldly daring,Sea-going ...
_When I wuz ist a little bit_ _o' weenty-teenty kid_ _I maked up a Fairy-tale,_ _all by myse'f, I did:--_ I Wunst upon a time ...
The place where a rill, babbling old tales,Meanders on eastward toward the endof a broad plainAnd a mottled bull ox ...
The wilderness a secret keepsUpon whose guess I go:Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard;And yet I know, I ...
I cry aloud with all my people's mouths,our land is smitten by a plague of fear and lead,our land is ...
When the clouds come deep against the skyI sit alone in my room to think,to remember the fairy dreams I ...
If I were dead, and yonder chimeRetold the fairy-tale of Time,At distance I perchance might hear,And half in pity, half ...
(AT A SUMMER-F?TE FOR HIM IN CHRISTIANIA, 1871)We welcome you this wondrous summer-day,When childhood's dreams on earth are streaming,To bloom ...
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a ...
In my youth the world was a small pond,Grandma and red roof, lowingOf oxen and a clump of trees.And all ...
Translated From the Persian of Abu-Said (978-1062).Lily of Streams lay by my side last nightAnd to my prayers gave answers ...
A deep, delicious hush in earth and sky -- A gracious lull--since, from its wakening, The morn has been a ...
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, ...
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