Poems by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Who Goes Home?
... For there's blood on the field and blood on the foam ...
A Chord Of Colour
... Like meadows where the wind-waves pass ...
Cyclopean
... No priest would curse, no crowd would know ...
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes
... Crashed through the flower and fern: ...
The Song of Quoodle
... Are things in which they blunder ...
Thou Shall Not Kill
... Slay!' Then I cast down the knife upon the ground ...
To the Unknown Warrior
... They shall not storm the last unfallen fortress, ...
The Unpardonable Sin
... Silence and strength, these two at least are good ...
The Earth's Shame
... Nested the sparrow's young and dropped not dead ...
The Black Virgin
... Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed ...
Another Tattered Rhymster In The Ring
... Then in the last strange wrath broke His own law, ...
Gold Leaves
... In youth I sought the prince of men, ...
The Holy of Holies
... Skilled in Natures crafts and creeds, &emsp ...
The Praise Of Dust
... Methought the whole world woke, ...
A Dedication To E.C.B.
... But youth's black storms are gone and past, ...
