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 ...
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 ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed,Long before lunch was up,That I might drain the dizzy dewFrom the day's first golden cup.In ...
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, ...
When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think I shall not be too old To stare ...
If trees were tall and grasses short, As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking ...
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 ...
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a ...
Blue-eyed was Elf the minstrel, With womanish hair and ring, Yet heavy was his hand on sword, Though light upon the string. And as ...
The happy men that lose their heads They find their heads in heaven, As cherub heads with cherub wings, And cherub haloes even: Out ...
Were I that wandering citizen whose city is the world, I would not weep for all that fell before the flags ...
Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon, Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed, Yet I go singing through ...
A wandering world of rivers, A wavering world of trees, If the world grow dim and dizzy With all changes and degrees, It is ...
Trampled yet red is the last of the embers, Red the last cloud of a sun that has set; What of your ...
All things grew upwards, foul and fair:The great trees fought and beat the airWith monstrous wings that would have flown;But ...
High on the wall that holds Jerusalem I saw one stand under the stars like stone. And when I perish it shall ...
Between a meadow and a cloud that sped In rain and twilight, in desire and fear. I heard a secret--hearken in your ...
Priest, is any song-bird stricken? Is one leaf less on the tree?Is this wine less red and royal That the hangman waits ...
The still sweet meadows shimmered: and I stood And cursed them, bloom of hedge and bird of tree,And bright and high ...
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.Well hath He spoken: 'Swear not by thy head.Thou knowest not the hairs,' ...
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