G. K. Chesterton Poems

  • 1.  
    Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
    He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail.And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and the fish he took was Whale.
  • 2.  
    Lift up your heads; in life, in death,
    God knoweth his head was high;Quit we the coward's broken breath,
  • 3.  
    All round they murmur, ‘O profane,
    Keep thy heart's secret hid as gold';But I, by God, would sooner be
  • 4.  
    Old King Cole
    Was a merry old soulAnd a merry old soul was he
  • 5.  
    A wan sky greener than the lawn,
    A wan lawn paler than the sky.She gave a flower into my hand,
  • 6.  
    The vision of a haloed host
    That weep around an empty throne;And, aureoles dark and angels dead,
  • 7.  
    (W.E.G., May 1898)

  • 8.  
    You whom the kings saluted; who refused not
    The one great pleasure of ignoble days,Fame without name and glory without gossip,
  • 9.  
    For every tiny town or place
    God made the stars especially;Babies look up with owlish face
  • 10.  
    We will not let thee be, for thou art ours.
    We thank thee still, though thou forget these things,For that hour's sake when thou didst wake all powers
  • 11.  
    I had grown weary of him; of his breath
    And hands and features I was sick to death.Each day I heard the same dull voice and tread;
  • 12.  
    My eyes are full of lonely mirth:
    Reeling with want and worn with scars,For pride of every stone on earth,
  • 13.  
    Oh, how I love Humanity,
    With love so pure and pringlish,And how I hate the horrid French,
  • 14.  
    We came behind him by the wall,
    My brethren drew their brands,And they had strength to strike him down-
  • 15.  
    Step softly, under snow or rain,
    To find the place where men can pray;The way is all so very plain
  • 16.  
    The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,
    The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faith
  • 17.  
    A dark manor-house shuttered and unlighted, outlined against a pale
    sunset: in front a large, but neglected, garden. To the right, in theforeground, the porch of a chapel, with coloured windows lighted. Hymns
  • 18.  
    Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered,
    Where I had seven sons until to-day,A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . .
  • 19.  
    I do not cry, beloved, neither curse.
    Silence and strength, these two at least are good. He gave me sun and stars and ought He could,
  • 20.  
    Lo! very fair is she who knows the ways
    Of joy: in pleasure's mocking wisdom old,The eyes that might be cold to flattery, kind;
  • 21.  
    I plod and peer amid mean sounds and shapes,
    I hunt for dusty gain and dreary praise, And slowly pass the dismal grinning days,
  • 22.  
    Under what withering leprous light
    The very grass as hair is grey,Grass in the cracks of the paven courts
  • 23.  
    Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God
    Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods
  • 24.  
    Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack,
    But I wander like a minstrel with a harp upon my back,Though the harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
  • 25.  
    If I had been a Heathen,
    I'd have praised the purple vine,My slaves should dig the vineyards,
  • 26.  
    The Druids waved their golden knives
    And danced around the OakWhen they had sacrificed a man;
  • 27.  
    The World is ours till sunset,
    Holly and fire and snow;And the name of our dead brother
  • 28.  
    Feast on wine or fast on water
    And your honour shall stand sure,God Almighty's son and daughter
  • 29.  
    They haven't got no noses,
    The fallen sons of Eve;Even the smell of roses
  • 30.  
    God made the wicked Grocer
    For a mystery and a sign,That men might shun the awful shops
  • 31.  
    Chattering finch and water-fly
    Are not merrier than I;Here among the flowers I lie
  • 32.  
    Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten
    That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten,And therefore got on a Committee
  • 33.  
    Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget.
    For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
  • 34.  
    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,
  • 35.  
    Some say that Guy of Warwick
    The man that killed the Cow,And brake the mighty Boar alive
  • 36.  
    ‘What of vile dust?' the preacher said.
    Methought the whole world woke,The dead stone lived beneath my foot,
  • 37.  
    You that have snarled through the ages, take your answer and go-
    I know your hoary question, the riddle that all men know.You have weighed the stars in a balance, and grasped the skies in a span:
  • 38.  
    Priest, is any song-bird stricken?
    Is one leaf less on the tree?Is this wine less red and royal
  • 39.  
    A livid sky on London
    And like the iron steeds that rearA shock of engines halted
  • 40.  
    A Book of verses underneath the bough,
    Provided that the verses do not scan,A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
  • 41.  
    John Grubby who was short and stout
    And troubled with religious doubt,Refused about the age of three
  • 42.  
    “Leave them alone”, we seem to hear Mr. Galsworthy say of his Young People.
    -From a Review by Mr. Bettany
  • 43.  
    O learned man who never learned to learn,
    Save to deduce, by timid steps and small,From towering smoke that fire can never burn
  • 44.  
    I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,
    The splendid stillness of a living host;Vast choirs of upturned faces, line o'er line.
  • 45.  
    The violet scent is sacred
    Like dreams of angels bright;The hawthorn smells of passion
  • 46.  
    “Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why
    shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so tospeak? The modest vegetarians ought to stick to wine or
  • 47.  
    A wan new garment of young green
    Touched, as you turned your soft brown hair And in me surged the strangest prayer
  • 48.  
    The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
    There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
  • 49.  
    Laugh your best, O blazoned forests,
    Me ye shall not shift or shameWith your beauty: here among you
  • 50.  
    Many have Earth's lovers been,
    Tried in seas and wars, I ween;Yet the mightiest have I seen:
Total 117 poems written by G. K. Chesterton

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