On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
Impetuously I sprang from bed,Long before lunch was up,That I might drain the dizzy dewFrom the day's first golden cup.In ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed,Long before lunch was up,That I might drain the dizzy dewFrom the day's first golden cup.In ...
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest?Where are you going, with your swag ...
"O foolish people, and unwise,"Who stop your ears and shut your eyes,Though common-sense and flagrant factsProclaim the madness of your ...
Juist noo there are mony wha rin to an' fro,An' knowledge increases, abune an' below;The yird's like a riddle, pits, ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
In the days when every seaport had its figureheads to show —Queens, princesses, sea-nymphs, witches, girls of all sorts, row ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night,To visit with my honest, genial friends, the ...
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears. I have a story to tell.Lend me your ears, if you've not got ...
Mr Mead, the printer -- so the townsfolk called him; But never in his presence since his reign began;Such a ...
A's Aristides, or Gladstone the Good; B is Lord B., whom I'd crush if I could. C are Conservatives, full ...
Gladstone was still respected,When John Ruskin produced'King's Treasuries'; SwinburneAnd Rossetti still abused.Foetid Buchanan lifted up his voiceWhen that faun's head ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
When you've knocked about the country-been away from home for years; When the past, by distance softened, nearly fills your ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
Alas! England now mourns for her poet that's gone- The late and the good Lord Tennyson. I hope his soul ...
Alas! the people now do sigh and moan For the loss of Wm. Ewart Gladstone, Who was a very great ...
'Twas in the year of 1884, and on Saturday the 20th of September, Which the inhabitants of Dundee will long ...
Fellow men! why should the lords try to despise And prohibit women from having the benefit of the parliamentary Franchise? ...
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