Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

81. A Song Of Defeat 1/1/2004
82. Who Goes Home? 1/1/2004
83. A Hymn 1/1/2004
84. The Secret People 1/1/2004
85. A Prayer In Darkness 1/1/2004
86. Elegy In A Country Churchyard 1/1/2004
87. Americanisation 1/1/2004
88. The Ballad Of The White Horse 1/1/2004
89. Lepanto 1/1/2004
90. Gold Leaves 1/1/2004
91. A Child Of The Snows 1/1/2004
92. A Ballade Of Suicide 1/1/2004
93. The Last Hero 1/1/2004
94. Eternities 1/1/2004
95. The Donkey 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 ...

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The Old Song

A livid sky on London
And like the iron steeds that rear
A shock of engines halted
And I knew the end was near:
And something said that far away, over the hills and far away
There came a crawling thunder and the end of all things here.
For London Bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down,
As digging lets the daylight on the suken streets of yore,
The lightning looked on London town, the broken bridge of London

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