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    The Wild Knight and Other Poems
    The Wild Knight and Other Poems
    The Wild Knight and Other Poems
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    The Wild Knight and Other Poems

    By Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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    This is a collection of poetry by the much-admired author, Chesterton. There is a mix of short and much longer poems: some thoughtful and others very reflective. G.K.Chesterton is best known for his works in prose, so this collection provides a chance to read his poetry and enjoy a different aspect of his writing.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateApr 11, 2021
    ISBN4064066455958
    The Wild Knight and Other Poems
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    Gilbert Keith Chesterton

    Gilbert Keith Chesterton, más conocido como G. K. Chesterton, fue un escritor y periodista británico de inicios del siglo XX. Cultivó, entre otros géneros, el ensayo, la narración, la biografía, la lírica, el periodismo y el libro de viajes. Se han referido a él como el «príncipe de las paradojas».​ Fecha de nacimiento: 29 de mayo de 1874, Kensington, Londres, Reino Unido Fallecimiento: 14 de junio de 1936, Beaconsfield, Reino Unido

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      The Wild Knight and Other Poems - Gilbert Keith Chesterton

      Gilbert Keith Chesterton

      The Wild Knight and Other Poems

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066455958

      Table of Contents

      By the Babe Unborn

      The World’s Lover

      The Skeleton

      A Chord of Colour

      The Happy Man

      The Unpardonable Sin

      A Novelty

      Ultimate

      The Donkey

      The Beatific Vision

      The Hope of the Streets

      Ecclesiastes

      Song of the Children

      The Fish

      Gold Leaves

      Thou Shalt Not Kill a Certain Evening

      A Man and His Image

      The Mariner

      The Triumph of Man

      Cyclopean

      Joseph

      Modern Elfland

      Eternities

      A Christmas Carol

      Alone

      King’s Cross Station

      The Human Tree

      To Them That Mourn

      The Outlaw

      Behind

      The End of Fear

      The Holy of Holies

      The Mirror of Madmen

      E. C. B.

      The Desecraters

      An Alliance

      The Ancient of Days

      The Last Masquerade

      The Earth’s Shame

      Vanity

      The Lamp Post

      The Pessimist

      A Fairy Tale

      A Portrait

      Femina Contra Mundum

      To a Certain Nation

      The Praise of Dust

      The Ballad of the Battle of Gibeon

      ‘Vulgarised'

      The Ballad of God-Makers

      At Night

      The Woodcutter

      Art Colours

      The Two Women

      The Wild Knight

      By the Babe Unborn

      The World’s Lover

      The Skeleton

      A Chord of Colour

      The Happy Man

      The Unpardonable Sin

      A Novelty

      Ultimate

      The Donkey

      The Beatific Vision

      The Hope of the Streets

      Ecclesiastes

      Song of the Children

      The Fish

      Gold Leaves

      Thou Shalt Not Kill a Certain Evening

      A Man and His Image

      The Mariner

      The Triumph of Man

      Cyclopean

      Joseph

      Modern Elfland

      Eternities

      A Christmas Carol

      Alone

      King’s Cross Station

      The Human Tree

      To Them That Mourn

      The Outlaw

      Behind

      The End of Fear

      The Holy of Holies

      The Mirror of Madmen

      E. C. B.

      The Desecraters

      An Alliance

      The Ancient of Days

      The Last Masquerade

      The Earth’s Shame

      Vanity

      The Lamp Post

      The Pessimist

      A Fairy Tale

      A Portrait

      Femina Contra Mundum

      To a Certain Nation

      The Praise of Dust

      The Ballad of the Battle of Gibeon

      ‘Vulgarised'

      The Ballad of God-Makers

      At Night

      The Woodcutter

      Art Colours

      The Two Women

      The Wild Knight

      Another tattered rhymster in the ring, With but the old plea to the sneering schools, That on him too, some secret night in spring Came the old frenzy of a hundred foolsTo make some thing: the old want dark and deep, The thirst of men, the hunger of the stars, Since first it tinged even the Eternal's sleep, With monstrous dreams of trees and towns and mars.When all He made for the first time He saw, Scattering stars as misers shake their pelf. Then in the last strange wrath broke His own law, And made a graven image of Himself.

      By the Babe Unborn

      Table of Contents

      If trees were tall and grasses short,

      As in some crazy tale,

      If here and there a sea were blue

      Beyond the breaking pale,

      If a fixed fire hung in the air

      To warm me one day through,

      If deep green hair grew on great hills,

      I know what I should do.

      In dark I lie: dreaming that there

      Are great eyes cold or kind,

      And twisted streets and silent doors,

      And living men behind.

      Let storm-clouds come: better an hour,

      And leave to weep and fight,

      Than all the ages I have ruled

      The empires of the night.

      I think that if they gave me leave

      Within that world to stand,

      I would be good through all the day

      I spent in fairyland.

      They should not hear a word from me

      Of selfishness or scorn,

      If only I could find the door,

      If only I were born.

      The World’s Lover

      Table of Contents

      My eyes are full

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