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 ...
Our God who made two lovers in a garden, And smote them separate and set them free, Their four eyes wild for ...
If trees were tall and grasses short, As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking ...
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