The Metapenguin, a literary submersible, trolling the dark and troublous waters of the lesser-known works of G.K. Chesterton, has unearthed a rich vein of hitherto-unsuspected monostichs. These have all been mined from the 1914 novel (not otherwise among my favorites), The Flying Inn.
~ Landwards, the hills ~
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~ the purple limit of the sea ~
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~ green darkness in the cellars of the sea ~
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~ the blade of a jack-knife caught and re-caught the steady splendors of the moon ~
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~ proletarian early-risers, wearier at morning than most men at night ~
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~ the sea is the fulfilment of a river ~
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