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 ...
Time was, when round the lion's den,A peopled city raised its head;'Twas not inhabited by men,But by four-footed beasts instead.The ...
Three youths in the heyday of life's hopeful spring, On a bright April morn gaily hied,With three little skiffs, each one ...
"Hats off" in the crowd. "Present arms" in the line!Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline —Roll drums, ...
Our poet has never as yet Esteemed it proper or fit To detain you ...
If your Nerve, deny you -- Go above your Nerve -- He can lean against the Grave, If he fear ...
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