Hilaire Belloc

(27 July 1870 – 16 July 1953 / La Celle-Saint-Cloud)

Hilaire Belloc Poems

1. Lord Roehampton 3/20/2015
2. [month Of] October 4/3/2010
3. The Face 4/3/2010
4. The Fragment 4/3/2010
5. Her Final Role 4/3/2010
6. The Elm 4/3/2010
7. The Bison 4/3/2010
8. Criterion 4/3/2010
9. From: Dedicatory Ode 4/3/2010
10. The False Heart 4/3/2010
11. Habitations 4/3/2010
12. Fatigue 4/3/2010
13. [month Of] August 4/3/2010
14. Epitah On The Politician Himself 4/3/2010
15. [month Of] January 4/3/2010
16. [month Of) July 4/3/2010
17. Epitaph On The Favourite Dog Of A Politician 4/3/2010
18. The Diamond 4/3/2010
19. [month Of] May 4/3/2010
20. Introduction: More Beasts For Worse Children 4/3/2010
21. Lord Lundy Ii - Second Canto 4/3/2010
22. An Author’s Hope 4/3/2010
23. Ballade Of Modest Confession 4/3/2010
24. [month Of] December 4/3/2010
25. Introduction: The Bad Child's Book Of Beasts 4/3/2010
26. [month Of] March 4/3/2010
27. The Mirror 4/3/2010
28. The Rebel 4/3/2010
29. Courtesy 4/3/2010
30. The Llama 4/3/2010
31. [month Of] November 4/3/2010
32. King's Land 4/3/2010
33. To A Rhinoceros 4/3/2010
34. [month Of] April 4/3/2010
35. [month Of] June 4/3/2010
36. Cuckoo! 4/3/2010
37. Cautionary Tales For Children: Introduction 4/3/2010
38. A Moral Alphabet (Excerpt) 4/3/2010
39. Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read And Was Tossed Into A Thorny Hedge By A Bull 4/3/2010
40. [month Of] February 4/3/2010
Best Poem of Hilaire Belloc

Tarantella

Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark veranda)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn't got a penny,
And who weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the din?
And the hip! hop! hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the ...

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On The Little God

Of all the gods that gave me all their glories
To-day there deigns to walk with me but one.
I lead him by the hand and tell him stories.
It is the Queen of Cyprus' little son.

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