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    The Poetry Of GK Chesterton Volume 2
    The Poetry Of GK Chesterton Volume 2
    The Poetry Of GK Chesterton Volume 2
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    The Poetry Of GK Chesterton Volume 2

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    Gilbert Keith Chesterton was born in Campden hill, Kensington on May 29th 1874. Originally after attending St Pauls School he went to Slade to learn the illustrators art and literature. In 1896 he joined a small London publisher and began his journalistic career as a freelance art and literary critic. In 1901 he married Frances Blogg, to whom he remained married for the rest of his life. Thereafter he obtained weekly columns in the Daily News and The Illustrated London News. For many he is known as a very fine novelist and the creator of the Father Brown Detective stories which were much influenced by his own beliefs. A large man – 6’ 42 and 21st in weight he was apt to be forgetful in that delightful way that the British sometimes are – a telegram home to his wife saying he was in one place but where should he actually be. But he was prolific in many other areas; he wrote plays, essays, loved to debate and wrote hundreds of poems. This volume further volume of poems is further evidence of his poetic skills. Chesterton died of congestive heart failure on 14th June 1936 and is buried in Beaconsfield just outside of London.

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    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateOct 11, 2013
    ISBN9781780009483
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      The Poetry Of GK Chesterton Volume 2 - GK Chesterton

      The Poetry Of GK Chesterton – Volume 2

      Poetry is a fascinating use of language.  With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries.  In this series we look at individual poets who have shaped and influenced their craft and cement their place in our heritage.  In this volume we look at further poetical works of the eminent English writer and poet GK Chesterton.

      Gilbert Keith Chesterton was born in Campden hill, Kensington on May 29th 1874.  Originally after attending St Pauls School he went to Slade to learn the illustrators art and literature.   In 1896 he joined a small London publisher and began his journalistic career as a freelance art and literary critic.  In 1901 he married Frances Blogg, to whom he remained married for the rest of his life. Thereafter he obtained weekly columns in the Daily News and The Illustrated London News.  For many he is known as a very fine novelist and the creator of the Father Brown Detective stories which were much influenced by his own beliefs.  A large man – 6’ 4" and 21st in weight he was apt to be forgetful in that delightful way that the British sometimes are – a telegram home to his wife saying he was in one place but where should he actually be.  He was prolific in many other areas; he wrote plays, essays, loved to debate and wrote hundreds of poems.  It is on his poems that we concentrate this volume.   They range from the virtues of the English to his religious beliefs. 

      Chesterton died of congestive heart failure on 14th June 1936 and is buried in Beaconsfield just outside of London.

      Many of the poems are also available as an audiobook from our sister company Portable Poetry.  Many samples are at our youtube channel   http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee   The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.  Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

      CONTENTS

      THREE DEDICATIONS

      TO EDMUND CLERIHEW BENTLEY

      TO HILAIRE BELLOC

      TO M. E. W.

      WAR POEMS

      LEPANTO

      THE MARCH OF THE BLACK MOUNTAIN 1913

      BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS

      THE WIFE OF FLANDERS

      THE CRUSADER RETURNS FROM CAPTIVITY

      LOVE POEMS

      GLENCOE

      LOVE'S TRAPPIST

      CONFESSIONAL

      MUSIC

      THE DELUGE

      THE STRANGE MUSIC

      THE GREAT MINIMUM

      THE MORTAL ANSWERS

      A MARRIAGE SONG

      BAY COMBE

      RELIGIOUS POEMS

      THE WISE MEN

      THE HOUSE OF CHRISTMAS

      A SONG OF GIFTS TO GOD

      THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN

      A HYMN FOR THE CHURCH MILITANT

      THE BEATIFIC VISION

      THE TRUCE OF CHRISTMAS

      A HYMN

      A CHRISTMAS SONG FOR THREE GUILDS

      THE NATIVITY

      A CHILD OF THE SNOWS

      A WORD

      RHYMES FOR THE TIMES

      ANTICHRIST, OR THE REUNION OF CHRISTENDOM: AN ODE

      THE REVOLUTIONIST, OR LINES TO A STATESMAN

      THE SHAKESPEARE MEMORIAL

      THE HORRIBLE HISTORY OF JONES

      THE NEW FREETHINKER

      IN MEMORIAM P.D.

      SONNET WITH THE COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON

      A SONG OF SWORDS

      A SONG OF DEFEAT

      SONNET

      AFRICA

      THE DEAD HERO

      AN ELECTION ECHO

      THE SONG OF THE WHEELS

      THE SECRET PEOPLE

      MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

      LOST

      BALLAD OF THE SUN

      TRANSLATION FROM DU BELLAY

      THE HIGHER UNITY

      THE EARTH'S VIGIL

      ON RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION

      WHEN I CAME BACK TO FLEET STREET

      A CIDER SONG

      THE LAST HERO

      BALLADES

      BALLADE D'UNE GRANDE DAME

      A BALLADE OF AN ANTI-PURITAN

      A BALLADE OF A BOOK-REVIEWER

      A BALLADE OF SUICIDE

      A BALLADE OF THE FIRST RAIN

      I

      THREE DEDICATIONS

      TO EDMUND CLERIHEW BENTLEY

      THE DEDICATION OF THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY

      A cloud was on the mind of men, and wailing went the weather,

      Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys together.

      Science announced nonentity and art admired decay;

      The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay.

      Round us in antic order their crippled vices came

      Lust that had lost its laughter, fear that had lost its shame.

      Like the white lock of Whistler, that lit our aimless gloom,

      Men showed their own white feather as proudly as a plume.

      Life was a fly that faded, and death a drone that stung;

      The world was very old indeed when you and I were young.

      They twisted even decent sin to shapes not to be named:

      Men were ashamed of honour; but we were not ashamed.

      Weak if we were and foolish, not thus we failed, not thus;

      When that black Baal blocked the heavens he had no hymns from us.

      Children we were - our forts of sand were even as weak as we,

      High as they went we piled them up to break that bitter sea.

      Fools as we were in motley, all jangling and absurd,

      When all church bells were silent our cap and bells were heard.

      Not all unhelped we held the fort, our tiny flags unfurled;

      Some giants laboured in that cloud to lift it from the world.

      I find again the book we found, I feel the hour that flings

      Far out of fish-shaped Paumanok some cry of cleaner things;

      And the Green Carnation withered, as in forest fires that pass,

      Roared in the wind of all the world ten million leaves of grass;

      Or sane and sweet and sudden as a bird sings in

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