Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

1. A Ballad Of Abbreviations 4/15/2012
2. A Ballad Of Theatricals 4/15/2012
3. A Ballade Of An Anti-Puritan 4/15/2012
4. A Ballade Of Suicide 1/1/2004
5. A Broad Minded Bishop Rebukes The Verminous St. Francis 4/15/2012
6. A Child Of The Snows 1/1/2004
7. A Christmas Carol 4/15/2012
8. A Cider Song 1/1/2004
9. A Hymn 1/1/2004
10. A Little Litany 1/1/2004
11. A Prayer In Darkness 1/1/2004
12. A Song Of Defeat 1/1/2004
13. A Word 4/15/2012
14. Alliterativism 10/24/2014
15. Americanisation 1/1/2004
16. An Answer To Frances Cornford 1/1/2004
17. Antichrist, Or The Reunion Of Christendom: An Ode 1/1/2004
18. By The Babe Unborn 4/15/2012
19. Confessional 10/24/2014
20. Cyclopean 4/15/2012
21. Ecclesiastes 1/1/2004
22. Elegy In A Country Churchyard 1/1/2004
23. Eternities 1/1/2004
24. Femina Contra Mundum 1/1/2004
25. For A War Memorial 4/15/2012
26. Gloria In Profundis 4/15/2012
27. Gold Leaves 1/1/2004
28. Here Is The Little Door 4/15/2012
29. Jealousy 4/15/2012
30. Lepanto 1/1/2004
31. Modern Elfland 4/15/2012
32. On The Disastrous Spread Of Aestheticism In All Classes 1/1/2004
33. Rotarians 4/15/2012
34. Songs Of Education 4/15/2012
35. Sonnet With The Compliments Of The Season 10/24/2014
36. St, Francis Xavier 4/15/2012
37. The Aristocrat 1/1/2004
38. The Ballad Of God-Makers 4/15/2012
39. The Ballad Of St. Barbara 4/15/2012
40. The Ballad Of The Anti-Puritan 1/1/2004

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  • Johnathan James (11/30/2018 10:27:00 PM)

    God blessed this brilliant mind

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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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