G K Chesterton "The woman in the forest"Poem Movie animation
G(ilbert) K(eith) Chesterton Biography (1874--1936)Critic, novelist, and poet was born in Kensington London, UK. He studied at the Slade School of Art, London, then turned to writing. Much of his best work took the form of articles for periodicals, including his own G.K.'s Weekly. He wrote a great deal of poetry, as well as literary critical studies and works of social criticism. The amiable detective-priest who brought him popularity with a wider public first appeared in The Innocence of Father Brown (1911). Chesterton became a Catholic in 1922, and thereafter wrote mainly on religious topics, including lives of Francis of Assisi and Thomas Aquinas.
Heres GKC reciting the first two stanzas of "The Woman in the Forest," Book IV of The Ballad of the White Horse. The source of this recording is ambiguous; it may have been made by the BBC for Canadian radio. in 1935.
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Jim Clark
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THE WOMAN IN THE FOREST
The opening of BOOK IV of The Ballad of the White Horse
by G. K. Chesterton
Thick thunder of the snorting swine,
Enormous in the gloam,
Rending among all roots that cling,
And the wild horses whinnying,
Were the night's noises when the King,
Shouldering his harp, went home.
With eyes of owl and feet of fox,
Full of all thoughts he went;
He marked the tilt of the pagan camp,
The paling of pine, the sentries' tramp,
And the one great stolen altar-lamp
Over Guthrum in his tent.
Heres GKC reciting the first two stanzas of "The Woman in the Forest," Book IV of The Ballad of the White Horse. The source of this recording is ambiguous; it may have been made by the BBC for Canadian radio. in 1935.
Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording
THE WOMAN IN THE FOREST
The opening of BOOK IV of The Ballad of the White Horse
by G. K. Chesterton
Thick thunder of the snorting swine,
Enormous in the gloam,
Rending among all roots that cling,
And the wild horses whinnying,
Were the night's noises when the King,
Shouldering his harp, went home.
With eyes of owl and feet of fox,
Full of all thoughts he went;
He marked the tilt of the pagan camp,
The paling of pine, the sentries' tramp,
And the one great stolen altar-lamp
Over Guthrum in his tent.
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