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    The Ballad of St. Barbara, and Other Verses
    The Ballad of St. Barbara, and Other Verses
    The Ballad of St. Barbara, and Other Verses
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    The Ballad of St. Barbara, and Other Verses

    By G.K Chesterton

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    "The Ballad of St. Barbara, and Other Verses" by G. K. Chesterton is a collection of religious verses and poems that beautifully represent Chesterton's faith. As a writer and philosopher, the writer manages to balance beautiful words, intellectual concepts, and a method of writing that is accessible to people both in and out of the ecclesiastical world.
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    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateJun 13, 2022
    ISBN8596547061847
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    G.K Chesterton

    G. K. Chesterton (1874–1936) was a prolific English journalist and author best known for his mystery series featuring the priest-detective Father Brown and for the metaphysical thriller The Man Who Was Thursday. Baptized into the Church of England, Chesterton underwent a crisis of faith as a young man and became fascinated with the occult. He eventually converted to Roman Catholicism and published some of Christianity’s most influential apologetics, including Heretics and Orthodoxy. 

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      The Ballad of St. Barbara, and Other Verses - G.K Chesterton

      G. K. Chesterton

      The Ballad of St. Barbara, and Other Verses

      EAN 8596547061847

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD

      THE SWORD OF SURPRISE

      A WEDDING IN WAR-TIME

      THE MYSTERY

      THE MYTH OF ARTHUR

      THE OLD SONG

      THE TRINKETS

      THE PHILANTHROPIST

      ON THE DOWNS

      THE RED SEA

      FOR A WAR MEMORIAL

      MEMORY

      THE ENGLISH GRAVES

      NIGHTMARE

      A SECOND CHILDHOOD

      MEDIÆVALISM

      POLAND

      THE HUNTING OF THE DRAGON

      SONNET

      FANTASIA

      A CHRISTMAS CAROL

      TO CAPTAIN FRYATT

      FOR FOUR GUILDS

      I. The Glass-Stainers

      FOR FOUR GUILDS

      II. The Bridge-Builders

      FOR FOUR GUILDS

      III. The Stone-Masons

      FOR FOUR GUILDS

      IV. The Bell-Ringers

      THE CONVERT

      SONGS OF EDUCATION

      SONGS OF EDUCATION

      I. History

      SONGS OF EDUCATION

      II. Geography

      SONGS OF EDUCATION

      III. For the Crêche

      SONGS OF EDUCATION

      IV. Citizenship

      SONGS OF EDUCATION

      V. The Higher Mathematics

      SONGS OF EDUCATION

      VI. Hygiene

      (St. Barbara is the patron saint of artillery and of those in danger of sudden death.)

      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 the lost battle, to halt we knew not where

      And stilled us; and our gaping guns were dumb with our despair.

      The grey tribes flowed for ever from the infinite lifeless lands

      And a Norman to a Breton spoke, his chin upon his hands.

      "There was an end to Ilium; and an end came to Rome;

      And a man plays on a painted stage in the land that he calls home;

      Arch after arch of triumph, but floor beyond falling floor,

      That lead to a low door at last; and beyond there is no door."

      And the Breton to the Norman spoke, like a small child spoke he,

      And his sea-blue eyes were empty as his home beside the sea:

      "There are more windows in one house than there are eyes to see,

      There are more doors in a man’s house, but God has hid the key:

      Ruin is a builder of windows; her legend witnesseth

      Barbara, the saint of gunners, and a stay in sudden death."

      It seemed the wheel of the world stood still an instant in its turning,

      More than the kings of the earth that turned with the turning of Valmy mill:

      While trickled the idle tale and the sea-blue eyes were burning,

      Still as the heart of a whirlwind the heart of the world stood still.

      "Barbara the beautiful

      Had praise of lute and pen:

      Her hair was like a summer night

      Dark and desired of men.

      Her feet like birds from far away

      That linger and light in doubt;

      And

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