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 ...
DEEP in a solitary glen,Far from the cheerful haunts of men;By poverty opprest, and taughtThe lonely task of silent thought,A ...
England! My England! can the surging seaThat lies between us tear my heart from thee?Can distant birth and distant dwelling ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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