Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

1. Whenever William Cobbett 10/15/2015
2. Sonnet With The Compliments Of The Season 10/24/2014
3. The novels of Jane Austen 10/15/2015
4. Alliterativism 10/24/2014
5. To Edmund Clerihew Bentley 10/24/2014
6. The Song Of Elf 10/24/2014
7. This Is The Sort Of Book We Like 10/24/2014
8. When Fishes Flew 10/24/2014
9. Confessional 10/24/2014
10. Modern Elfland 4/15/2012
11. Tribute To Gladstone 4/15/2012
12. Rotarians 4/15/2012
13. The New Omar 1/1/2004
14. The Horrible History Of Jones 4/15/2012
15. The Modern Manichee 4/15/2012
16. The Song Of The Wheels 4/15/2012
17. The Philanthropist 4/15/2012
18. Jealousy 4/15/2012
19. Songs Of Education 4/15/2012
20. St, Francis Xavier 4/15/2012
21. The New Fiction 4/15/2012
22. The Judgement Of England 4/15/2012
23. To St. Micheal In Time Of Peace 4/15/2012
24. Here Is The Little Door 4/15/2012
25. The Wise Men 4/15/2012
26. The Praise Of Dust 4/15/2012
27. The Mystery 4/15/2012
28. A Ballade Of An Anti-Puritan 4/15/2012
29. The Ballad Of St. Barbara 4/15/2012
30. The Myth Of Arthur 1/1/2004
31. A Ballad Of Theatricals 4/15/2012
32. The Ballad Of God-Makers 4/15/2012
33. A Christmas Carol 4/15/2012
34. Cyclopean 4/15/2012
35. The Song Of The Oak 1/1/2004
36. The Wife Of Flanders 1/1/2004
37. A Broad Minded Bishop Rebukes The Verminous St. Francis 4/15/2012
38. Variations Of An Air 1/1/2004
39. A Ballad Of Abbreviations 4/15/2012
40. A Word 4/15/2012
Best Poem of Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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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