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

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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 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,

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