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 ...
All day the nations climb and crawl and pray In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,Where sleeps a saint whose ...
The angels are singing like birds in a tree In the organ of good St. Cecily: And the parson reads with his ...
I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things,I set a feather in my cap That fell ...
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