Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

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

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  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (7/31/2019 9:05:00 PM)

    I have read some of his novels and poems. essentially, Chesterton is a conservative, religious Englishman,
    but that is far from the whole story. He is still relevant today.

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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 Prayer In Darkness

This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.

If I dare snarl between this sun and sod,
Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own,
In sun and rain and fruit in season shown,
The shining silence of the scorn of God.

Thank God the stars are set beyond my power,
If I must travail in a night of wrath,
Thank God my tears will never vex a moth,
Nor any curse of mine cut down a flower.
...

Read the full of A Prayer In Darkness

The New Freethinker

John Grubby who was short and stout
And troubled with religious doubt,
Refused about the age of three
To sit upon the curate's knee;
(For so the eternal strife must rage
Between the spirit of the age
And Dogma, which, as is well known,
Does simply hate to be outgrown).
Grubby, the young idea that shoots,