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G K Chesterton's Poetry, by title

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  • All round they murmur, 'O profane,
      Keep thy heart's secret hid as gold';
    28 lines
  • The gallows in my garden, people say,
    Is new and neat and adequately tall;
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • That night the whole world mingled,
      The souls were babes at play,
    23 lines
  • There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
    And never before or again,
    16 lines
  • My Lady clad herself in grey,
      That caught and clung about her throat;
    34 lines
  • The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
    His hair was like a light.
    16 lines
  • To J.S.M.
    The wine they drink in Paradise
    25 lines
  • All things grew upwards, foul and fair:
    The great trees fought and beat the air
    26 lines
  • O God of earth and altar,
    Bow down and hear our cry,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • When God turned back eternity and was young,
    Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth
    24 lines
  • All day the nations climb and crawl and pray
      In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,
    68 lines
  • Why should I care for the Ages
      Because they are old and grey?
    19 lines
  • Fair faces crowd on Christmas night
      Like seven suns a-row,
    23 lines
  • This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
    Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
    19 lines, 1 comment
  • God made the wicked Grocer
    For a mystery and a sign,
    12 lines
  • The line breaks and the guns go under,
    The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • (THE LATEST SCHOOL)
    See the flying French depart
    28 lines
  • Blessings there are of cradle and of clan,
      Blessings that fall of priests' and princes' hands;
    18 lines
  • Britannia needs no Boulevards,
    No spaces wide and gay:
    30 lines
  • This is the weird of a world-old folk,
      That not till the last link breaks,
    34 lines
  • Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
    Guessing so much and so much.
    6 lines
  • Are they clinging to their crosses,
    F. E. Smith,
    48 lines
  • On must we go: we search dead leaves,
      We chase the sunset's saddest flames,
    13 lines
  • How many million stars there be,
    That only God hath numbered;
    5 lines
  • I saw an old man like a child,
    His blue eyes bright, his white hair wild,
    18 lines
  • If trees were tall and grasses short,
    As in some crazy tale,
    29 lines
  • A mountainous and mystic brute
    No rein can curb, no arrow shoot,
    23 lines
  • Before the grass grew over me,
      I knew one good man through and through,
    18 lines
  • There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray,
    Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.
    8 lines
  • The men that worked for England
    They have their graves at home:
    12 lines
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