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 ...
When the long grey lines came flooding upon Paris in the plain,We stood and drank of the last free air ...
When we went hunting the Dragon In the days when we were young, We tossed the bright world over our shoulder As bugle ...
The angels are singing like birds in a tree In the organ of good St. Cecily: And the parson reads with his ...
Form 991785, Sub-Section D The Roman threw us a road, a road, And sighed and strolled away: The Saxon gave us a raid, ...
Our souls shall be Leviathans In purple seas of wine When drunkenness is dead with death, And drink is all divine; Learning in those ...
I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things,I set a feather in my cap That fell ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round,Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward--It is not true to say I frowned,Or ran about ...
The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The ...
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