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 ...
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 ...
The line breaks and the guns go under,The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;I draw deep breaths of the ...
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 ...
I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,The splendid stillness of a living host;Vast choirs of upturned faces, line ...
Our souls shall be Leviathans In purple seas of wine When drunkenness is dead with death, And drink is all divine; Learning in those ...
Were I that wandering citizen whose city is the world, I would not weep for all that fell before the flags ...
The gallows in my garden, people say,Is new and neat and adequately tall;I tie the noose on in a knowing ...
My Lady clad herself in grey, That caught and clung about her throat;Then all the long grey winter day On me a ...
Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon, Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed, Yet I go singing through ...
My eyes are full of lonely mirth: Reeling with want and worn with scars,For pride of every stone on earth, I shake ...
This is the weird of a world-old folk, That not till the last link breaks,Not till the night is blackest, The blood ...
(W.E.G., May 1898)Lift up your heads: in life, in death, God knoweth his head was high.Quit we the coward's broken breath Who ...
A wandering world of rivers, A wavering world of trees, If the world grow dim and dizzy With all changes and degrees, It is ...
All round they murmur, 'O profane, Keep thy heart's secret hid as gold';But I, by God, would sooner be Some knight in ...
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 ...
I had grown weary of him; of his breathAnd hands and features I was sick to death.Each day I heard ...
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 ...
The World is ours till sunset, Holly and fire and snow;And the name of our dead brother Who loved us long ago.The ...
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