Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton (29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936) was an English writer, philosopher, lay theologian, and literary and art critic. He has been referred to as the "prince of paradox". Time magazine observed of his writing style: "Whenever possible Chesterton made his points with popular sayings, proverbs, allegories—first carefully turning them inside out.
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The Donkey

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When fishes flew and forests
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;
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The New Freethinker

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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,
D...
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The Ballad of St Barbara

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When the long grey lines came flooding upon Paris in the plain,
We stood and drank of the last free air we never could taste again;
They had led us back from a lost battle, to halt we knew not where,
And stilled us; and our gaping g...
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Gold Leaves

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I am come to autumn,    When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out    The year and I are old
In youth I sought the prince of men,    Captain in cosmic wars,
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The Aristocrat

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The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away)
They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,
And fairy scenes, and fearful feats that none but he can do;
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Lepanto

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White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
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The Convert

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After one moment when I bowed my head And the whole world turned over and came upright, And I came out where the old road shone white, I walked the ways and heard what all men said, Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed, Being not unlovabl...
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The Englishman

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St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out of an English flagon
For though he fast right readily In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn't safe to give him cakes Unless you give him ale
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A Cider Song

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To J
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The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine;
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The Wife Of Flanders

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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
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The New Omar

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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,
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Elegy in a Country Churchyard

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The men that worked for
They have their graves at home:
And bees and birds of
About the cross can roam
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The Song against Grocers

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God made the wicked
For a mystery and a sign,
That men might shun the awful
And go to inns to dine;
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The Road to Roundabout

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Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow,
And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the bridge at Slough;
Went up against a Loathly Worm That wasted all the Downs,
And so the roads they twist and squirm (If a may be all...
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The House of Christmas

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There fared a mother driven
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was
All men are at home
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The Song of the Strange Ascetic

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If I had been a Heathen,
I'd have praised the purple vine,
My slaves should dig the vineyards,
And I would drink the wine
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