Modern Elfland (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things,I set a feather in my cap That fell ...
I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things,I set a feather in my cap That fell ...
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,Going through meadow and village, one ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
I.I stood in an ancient gardenWith high red walls around;Over them grey and green lichensIn shadowy arabesque wound.The topmost climbing ...
ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789Friend of those years which from Youth's sparkling fountWith silent lapse down Time's swift gulf ...
IFrom twig to twig the spider weavesAt noon his webbing fine.So near to mute the zephyrs fluteThat only leaflets dance.The ...
SPIK'D reed and golden Iris bending over Low-running streams, and that small pleading flower We none of us forget, with ...
LEAN down and see your little face Reflected in the forest pool, Tall foxgloves grow about the place, ...
In Dorset Dear they're making hayIn just the old West Country way.With fork and rake and old-time gearThey make the ...
Summer met me in the glade, With a host of fair princesses,Golden iris, foxgloves staid, Sunbeams flecked their gorgeous dresses.Roses ...
Two are together, I tell you,A slope of a vowel, are a corner;Grass short as a garden,BrackenUncoiling,Foxgloves, waterDescending,Quartz in a ...
September brings the ripening sun,The clear sharp morning air,And asters in a border wide,And daisies for the garden's pride,And foxgloves ...
Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could I have lifted you to the roof of ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
As a child, they could not keep me from wells And old pumps with buckets and windlasses. I loved the ...
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
IT is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, ...
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