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 ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter ...
Five kings rule o'er the Amorite,Mighty as fear and old as night;Swathed with unguent and gold and jewel,Waxed they merry ...
Our God who made two lovers in a garden, And smote them separate and set them free, Their four eyes wild for ...
When we went hunting the Dragon In the days when we were young, We tossed the bright world over our shoulder As bugle ...
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 ...
Form 991785, Sub-Section D The Roman threw us a road, a road, And sighed and strolled away: The Saxon gave us a raid, ...
When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think I shall not be too old To stare ...
A bird flew out at the break of day From the nest where it had curled,And ere the eve the bird ...
We watched you building, stone by stone, The well-washed cells and well-washed graves We shall inhabit but not own When Britons ever shall ...
The line breaks and the guns go under,The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;I draw deep breaths of the ...
Form 339125, Sub-Section M Twice one is two, Twice two is four, But twice two is ninety-six if you know the way to ...
We have graven the mountain of God with hands, As our hands were graven of God, they say, Where the seraphs burn ...
Are they clinging to their crosses,F. E. Smith,Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses,Are they, Smith?Do they, fasting, trembling, bleeding,Wait the news ...
The happy men that lose their heads They find their heads in heaven, As cherub heads with cherub wings, And cherub haloes even: Out ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round,Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward--It is not true to say I frowned,Or ran about ...
Laugh your best, O blazoned forests, Me ye shall not shift or shameWith your beauty: here among you Man hath set his ...
You that have snarled through the ages, take your answer and go--I know your hoary question, the riddle that all ...
We will not let thee be, for thou art ours. We thank thee still, though thou forget these things,For that hour's ...
(With apologies to a beautiful poem.) Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe decrease By cautious birth-control and die in peace) Mellow with learning ...
To every Man his Mystery, A trade and only one: The masons make the hives of men, The domes of grey or dun, But ...
I had grown weary of him; of his breathAnd hands and features I was sick to death.Each day I heard ...
The sun was black with judgment, and the moonBlood: but betweenI saw a man stand, saying: 'To me at leastThe ...
Stilton, thou shouldst be living at this hour And so thou art. Nor losest grace thereby; England has need of thee, and ...
Blessings there are of cradle and of clan, Blessings that fall of priests' and princes' hands; But never blessing full of lives ...
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave,Pity me not; but let the world be fed,Yea, in my madness ...
A mountainous and mystic bruteNo rein can curb, no arrow shoot,Upon whose domed deformed backI sweep the planets scorching track.Old ...
Between a meadow and a cloud that sped In rain and twilight, in desire and fear. I heard a secret--hearken in your ...
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