On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
Impetuously I sprang from bed,Long before lunch was up,That I might drain the dizzy dewFrom the day's first golden cup.In ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed,Long before lunch was up,That I might drain the dizzy dewFrom the day's first golden cup.In ...
The line breaks and the guns go under,The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;I draw deep breaths of the ...
I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,The splendid stillness of a living host;Vast choirs of upturned faces, line ...
Were I that wandering citizen whose city is the world, I would not weep for all that fell before the flags ...
When God turned back eternity and was young,Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth(As under the low arch the ...
To every Man his Mystery, A trade and only one: The masons make the hives of men, The domes of grey or dun, But ...
'What of vile dust?' the preacher said. Methought the whole world woke,The dead stone lived beneath my foot, And my whole body ...
The World is ours till sunset, Holly and fire and snow;And the name of our dead brother Who loved us long ago.The ...
O God of earth and altar,Bow down and hear our cry,Our earthly rulers falter,Our people drift and die;The walls of ...
The violet scent is sacred Like dreams of angels bright;The hawthorn smells of passion Told in a moonless night.But the smell is ...
There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,And never before or again,When the nights are strong with a ...
If the stars fell; night's nameless dreams Of bliss and blasphemy came true,If skies were green and snow were gold, And you ...
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.Well hath He spoken: 'Swear not by thy head.Thou knowest not the hairs,' ...
Lo! I am come to autumn,When all the leaves are gold;Grey hairs and golden leaves cry outThe year and I ...
On must we go: we search dead leaves, We chase the sunset's saddest flames,The nameless hues that o'er and o'er In lawless ...
Through what fierce incarnations, furled In fire and darkness, did I go,Ere I was worthy in the world To see a dandelion ...
Lo! very fair is she who knows the ways Of joy: in pleasure's mocking wisdom old,The eyes that might be cold ...
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