Gk chesterton quotes

This is a list of the books written by G. K. Chesterton.

1900–1909

• Chesterton, Gilbert Keith (1900), Greybeards at Play (poetry), London: R. Brimley Johnson.
• ——— (1900), The Wild Knight and Other Poems (poetry).
• ——— (1901), The Defendant , London: R. Brimley Johnson – via Wikisource.
• ———; Williams, J.E. Hodder (1902), Thomas Carlyle, London: Hodder and Stoughton.
• ———; Nicoll, W. Robertson (1902), Robert Louis Stevenson, London: Hodder and Stoughton.
• ——— (1902), Twelve Types, London: Arthur L. Humphreys.
• ——— (1903), Robert Browning, London: Macmillan & Co., Ltd..
• ———; Kitton, F.G. (1903), Charles Dickens: with Numerous Illustrations, London: Hodder and Stoughton.
• ———; Garnett, Richard (1903), Tennyson, London: Hodder and Stoughton.
• ———; Melville, Lewis (1903), Thackeray, London: Hodder and Stoughton.
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  G. K. Chesterton

  G. K. Chesterton, born Gilbert Keith Chesterton on May 29, 1874, in Kensington, London, was a prolific English writer and critic whose work spanned genres from fiction and poetry to essays and journalism.

  Renowned for his sharp wit, paradoxical thinking, and profound insights into human nature and faith, Chesterton's writings have left an indelible mark on literature and philosophy.

  His most famous creations, including the detective Father Brown and the thought-provoking book Orthodoxy, continue to captivate readers and thinkers alike, reflecting the enduring legacy of a man whose words have influenced generations.

  The BBC hit cozy crime showFather Brown has been in production since 2013 and is based on 53 short stories, published between 1910 and 1936.

  Mini Biography

  Gilbert Keith Chesterton was born on May 29, 1874, in Campden Hill, Kensington, London, England. He was the son of Edward Chesterton, an estate agent, and Marie Louise, née Grosjean.

  Chesterton was raised in a liberal and artistic household, where his early education fo

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  SONGS OF EDUCATION

  Gilbert Keith Chesterton

  I. HISTORY

  Form 991785, Sub-Section D
  
  The Roman threw us a road, a road,
  And sighed and strolled away:
  The Saxon gave us a raid, a raid,
  A raid that came to stay;
  The Dane went west, but the Dane confessed
  That he went a bit too far;
  And we all became, by another name,
  The Imperial race we are.
  
  The Imperial race, the inscrutable race,
  The invincible race we are.
  
  Though Sussex hills are bare, are bare,
  And Sussex weald is wide,
  From Chichester to Chester
  Men saw the Norman ride;
  He threw his sword in the air and sang
  To a sort of a light guitar;
  It was all the same, for we all became
  The identical nobs we are.
  
  The identical nobs, individual nobs,
  Unmistakable nobs we are.
  
  The people lived on the land, the land,
  They pottered about and prayed;
  They built a cathedral here and there
  Or went on a small crusade:
  Till the bones of Becket were bundled out
  For the fun of a fat White Czar,
  And we all became, in spoil and flame,
  The intelligent lot we are.
  
  The intelligent lot, the intuitive lot,
  The infallib