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 ...
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 ...
All day the nations climb and crawl and pray In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,Where sleeps a saint whose ...
Do you remember one immortal Lost moment out of time and space, What time we thought, who passed the portal Of that divine ...
If trees were tall and grasses short, As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking ...
Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon, Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed, Yet I go singing through ...
This is the weird of a world-old folk, That not till the last link breaks,Not till the night is blackest, The blood ...
When God turned back eternity and was young,Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth(As under the low arch the ...
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave,Pity me not; but let the world be fed,Yea, in my madness ...
Fair faces crowd on Christmas night Like seven suns a-row,But all beyond is the wolfish wind And the crafty feet of the ...
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 ...
Priest, is any song-bird stricken? Is one leaf less on the tree?Is this wine less red and royal That the hangman waits ...
Witness all: that unrepenting, Feathers flying, music high,I go down to death unshaken By your mean philosophy.For your wages, take my body, That ...
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