Gilbert Keith Chesterton

(29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936 / London, England)

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

1. The Road To Roundabout 1/1/2004
2. Tribute To Gladstone 4/15/2012
3. Modern Elfland 4/15/2012
4. Rotarians 4/15/2012
5. The novels of Jane Austen 10/15/2015
6. Whenever William Cobbett 10/15/2015
7. Sonnet With The Compliments Of The Season 10/24/2014
8. Variations Of An Air 1/1/2004
9. The Higher Unity 1/1/2004
10. By The Babe Unborn 4/15/2012
11. The New Omar 1/1/2004
12. The House Of Christmas 1/1/2004
13. A Ballade Of An Anti-Puritan 4/15/2012
14. The Shakespeare Memorial 1/1/2004
15. A Ballad Of Theatricals 4/15/2012
16. The Horrible History Of Jones 4/15/2012
17. An Answer To Frances Cornford 1/1/2004
18. The Deluge 1/1/2004
19. The Song Of The Oak 1/1/2004
20. The Logical Vegetarian 1/1/2004
21. The Modern Manichee 4/15/2012
22. The Song Of The Wheels 4/15/2012
23. The Philanthropist 4/15/2012
24. Here Is The Little Door 4/15/2012
25. Jealousy 4/15/2012
26. Alliterativism 10/24/2014
27. The Ballad Of The Anti-Puritan 1/1/2004
28. The Convert 1/1/2004
29. The Song Against Grocers 1/1/2004
30. Cyclopean 4/15/2012
31. For A War Memorial 4/15/2012
32. Songs Of Education 4/15/2012
33. The Wife Of Flanders 1/1/2004
34. The Ballad Of St. Barbara 4/15/2012
35. The Ballad Of God-Makers 4/15/2012
36. A Christmas Carol 4/15/2012
37. A Broad Minded Bishop Rebukes The Verminous St. Francis 4/15/2012
38. The Mystery 4/15/2012
39. To St. Micheal In Time Of Peace 4/15/2012
40. St, Francis Xavier 4/15/2012
Best Poem of Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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;
But just as all the neighbours--on the wall--
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay--
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall--
I see a little cloud all pink and grey--
Perhaps the rector's mother will not call-- I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be ...

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The Englishman

St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale
Out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily
In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn't safe to give him cakes
Unless you give him ale.

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