The Ballad of the White Horse
By Chesterton, G. K. (Gilbert Keith)
Classic work by Chesterton, G. K. (Gilbert Keith).
Table of Contents
Before the gods that made the gods Had seen their sunrise pass, The White Horse of the White Horse Vale Was cut out of the grass. Before th...
Up across windy wastes and up Went Alfred over the shaws, Shaken of the joy of giants, The joy without a cause. In the slopes away to the w...
In a tree that yawned and twisted The King's few goods were flung, A mass-book mildewed, line by line, And weapons and a skin of wine, And a...
Thick thunder of the snorting swine, Enormous in the gloam, Rending among all roots that cling, And the wild horses whinnying, Were the nigh...
King Guthrum was a dread king, Like death out of the north; Shrines without name or number He rent and rolled as lumber, From Chester to the...
As the sea flooding the flat sands Flew on the sea-born horde, The two hosts shocked with dust and din, Left of the Latian paladin, Clanged ...
Away in the waste of White Horse Down An idle child alone Played some small game through hours that pass, And patiently would pluck the grass, ...
In the years of the peace of Wessex, When the good King sat at home; Years following on that bloody boon When she that stands above the moon ...