Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or… It was your own affair. It had nothing to do with the Chu…
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impell… Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for a tilt with men—
Ill fares the land to hast’ning il… Where wealth accumulates and men d… But how much more unfortunate are… Where wealth declines and populati… (1)This line is execrable; and I…
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pr… Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn, And lived with all his Sisters wh… His father lived, in Berkeley Squ…
It freezes– all across a soundless… The birds go home. The governing… The steadfast dark that waits not… The ultimate dark wherein the race… Death, with his evil finger to his…
In woods so long time bare Cuckoo! Up and in the wood, I know not wh… Two notes fall. Yet I do not envy him at all
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what he saw was good. When Peter Wanderwide was thrown
Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slo… His hair is lank and made of tow. And here we have the Alpine Race:
There is a wall of which the stone… Are lies and bribes and dead men’s… And wrongfully this evil wall Denies what all men made for all, And shamelessly this wall surround…
Towards the evening of her splendi… Those who are little children now… (Finding this verse),'Who wrote i… And Juliet answer gently, ‘I forg…
When we are dead, some Hunting-bo… And find a stone half-hidden in ta… And grey with age: but having seen… (Which was your image), ride more…
Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the s… You never shall have good words fr… Caritas non conturbat me. But Catholic men that live upon w…
Lump says that Caliban’s of gutte… And Caliban says Lump’s a fool in… And Caliban and Lump and I are a…
Who played with a Loaded Gun, and… Young Algernon, the Doctor’s Son… Was playing with a Loaded Gun. He pointed it towards his Sister, Aimed very carefully, but
I will not try the reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton’s tiny docks of stone. But I will sit beside the fire,
