Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems
|81.||The Secret People||1/1/2004|
|82.||A Song Of Defeat||1/1/2004|
|83.||Who Goes Home?||1/1/2004|
|85.||A Prayer In Darkness||1/1/2004|
|88.||Elegy In A Country Churchyard||1/1/2004|
|89.||A Child Of The Snows||1/1/2004|
|91.||The Ballad Of The White Horse||1/1/2004|
|93.||A Ballade Of Suicide||1/1/2004|
|94.||The Last Hero||1/1/2004|
|96.||The Rolling English Road||1/1/2004|
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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 merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard ...
The New Omar
A Book of verses underneath the bough,
Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man.
But let the wine be unfermented, Pale,
Of chemicals compounded, God knows how--
This were indeed the Prophet's Paradise,
O Paradise were Wilderness enow.