Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

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…

The SymbolThe speaking at the Rotary is Praise devoid of Proof
The talking at the Rotary turns mostly on the oof
But both require an Emblem; and a Wheel is just the thing
When you argue in a circle and do business in a Ring.At a Rotarian LunchBroken on another wheel than Rotary…

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…

Lift up your heads; in life, in death,
God knoweth his head was high;
Quit we the coward's broken breath,
Who watched a strong man die.If ye must say 'No more his peer…

Одно — греховно: серым пеплом сметь
‎ Назвать листву на иссушенной жерди.
Одно — противно: умолять про смерть,
‎ Преумаляя Бога зовом смерти.Одно — достойно: вызревать плодам…

Lo!
I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out

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;

He sayeth there is no sin, and all his sin
Swells round him into a world made merciless;
The midnight of his universe of shame
Is the vast shadow of his shamelessness.…

The line breaks and the guns go under,
The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;
I draw deep breaths of the dawn and thunder,
And the whole of my heart grows young again.…

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,

A mountainous and mystic brute
No rein can curb, no arrow shoot,
Upon whose doomed deformed back
I sweep the planets' scorching track.Old is the elf, and wise, men say,…

O God of earth and altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die;…

A word came forth in Galilee, a word like to a star;
It climbed and rang and blessed and burnt wherever brave hearts are;
A word of sudden secret hope, of trial and increase
Of wrath and pity fused in fire, and passion kissing peace.…

My Lady clad herself in grey,
That caught and clung about her throat;
Then all the long grey winter day
On me a living splendour smote;…

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

Что значит Ляпс? Об этом спор
Идет в науке до сих пор.
"Ляпс вызывает передряги", --
Считает доктор Ян из Праги.Как утверждает мистер Берд…

I HAVE not read a rotten page
Of "Sex-Hate" or "The Social Test,"
And here comes "Husks" and "Heritage" . . .
O Moses, give us all a rest!…

To a popular leader much to be congratulated
on the avoidance of a strike at Christmas.I know you. You will hail the huge release,
Saying the sheathing of a thousand swords,
In silence and injustice, well accords…

I cut a staff in a churchyard copse,
I clad myself in ragged things,
I set a feather in my cap
That fell out of an angel's wings.I filled my wallet with white stones,…

Я к виселице новенькой в саду
С утра иду, не трепеща нимало;
Вывязываю петлю на ходу,
Как денди вяжет галстук свой для бала;…

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.

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,
Still, my hope is all before me: for I cannot play it yet.In your strings is hid a music that no hand hath ere let fall,…

Whenever William Cobbett
Saw a hen-roost, he would rob it.
He posed as a British Farmer,
But knew nothing about Karma.