Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Gilbert Keith Chesterton was an English writer. He published works on philosophy, ontology, poetry, plays, journalism, public lectures and debates, literary and art criticism, biography, Christian apologetics, and fiction, including fantasy and detective fiction. Chesterton has been called the "prince of paradox". Time magazine, in a review of a biography of Chesterton, observed of his writing style: "Whenever possible Chesterton made his points with popular sayings, proverbs, allegories—first carefully turning them inside out." For example, Chesterton wrote "Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly... more »
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Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems
When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood, Then surely I was born;
The Rolling English Road
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire, And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A Ballade of Suicide
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in a knowing way As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
A Child of the Snows
There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim, And never before or again, When the nights are strong with a darkness long, And the dark is alive with rain.
The Ballad of the White Horse
DEDICATION Of great limbs gone to chaos, A great face turned to night--
A Prayer in Darkness
This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead, Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared, It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard;
The Last Hero
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day, There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away, And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide, Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way.
Elegy in a Country Churchyard
The men that worked for England They have their graves at home: And bees and birds of England About the cross can roam.
A Song of Defeat
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths of the dawn and thunder, And the whole of my heart grows young again.
Who Goes Home?
In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?' And there comes no answer in arch or dome, For none in the city of graves goes home.
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die;
Lo! I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold; Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out The year and I are old.
Quotationsmore quotations »
''The vulgar man is always the most distinguished, for the very desire to be distinguished is vulgar.''Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. "The Boy," All Things Considered (1908).
''If prosperity is regarded as the reward of virtue it will be regarded as the symptom of virtue.''Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. "The Book of Job," G.K.C. as M.C. (1929).
''A cosmic philosophy is not constructed to fit a man; a cosmic philosophy is constructed to fit a cosmos. A man can no more possess a private religion than he can possess a private sun and moon.''Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. "The Book of Job," G.K.C. as M.C. (1929).
''Half a truth is better than no politics.''Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. "The Boy," All Things Considered (1908).
''The poor have sometimes objected to being governed badly; the rich have always objected to being governed at all.''Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. Ratcliffe, in The Man Who Was Thursday, ch. 11 (1908).
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When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.