Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

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
84. A Hymn 1/1/2004
85. A Prayer In Darkness 1/1/2004
86. Americanisation 1/1/2004
87. Lepanto 1/1/2004
88. Elegy In A Country Churchyard 1/1/2004
89. A Child Of The Snows 1/1/2004
90. Gold Leaves 1/1/2004
91. The Ballad Of The White Horse 1/1/2004
92. Eternities 1/1/2004
93. A Ballade Of Suicide 1/1/2004
94. The Last Hero 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 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.

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