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 ...
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear--acare-woven garment that protects me from ...
In the deep cloister of the night, a nun, My gentle Love, thou walk'st; and from thy soul All traces ...
My desk is not so wide that I might leanAgainst the edge and reach out past the shellOf board and ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
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