The Towers of Time (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way. ...
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
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