The Last Hero (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange ...
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
The Lord receives his highest praise From humble minds and hearts sincere; While all the loud professor says Offends the ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
Are there two things, of all which men possess, That are so like each other and so near, As mutual ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Though the air is full of singing my head is loud with the labor of words. Though the season is ...
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink ...
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
As a friend to the children Commend me the Yak. You will find it exactly the thing: It will carry ...
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