Poems by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
An Answer to Frances Cornford
... Why do you flash through the flowery meads, ...
The Road to Roundabout
... And since that's all that's found about ...
Lepanto
... They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on ...
To A Certain Nation
... We thank thee still, though thou forget these things, ...
To Edmund Clerihew Bentley
... The doubts that drove us through the night as we two talked amain, ...
The Lamp Post
... Deck your heads with fruit and flower, ...
A Man And His Image
... Sprung from your blood, blossoms of May and June, ...
A Fairy Tale
... But he broke free: while all things ceased, ...
The Latest School
... And respect this somewhat scattered Principality ...
Alone
... Blessings that fall of priests' and princes' hands ...
At Night
... In time before her face was fled ...
The Happy Man
... Him will I find: though when in vain ...
On The Downs
... And I could not think that the pride was perished ...
By the Babe Unborn
... If deep green hair grew on great hills, ...
To Captain Fryatt
... While the lords that you served and the friends that you knew ...
