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An Author’s Hope

An Author’s Hope

When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’
517

Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa

Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa

I

Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold
And very Regent of the untroubled sky,
Whom in a dream St. Hilda did behold
And heard a woodland music passing by:
You shall receive me when the clouds are high
With evening and the sheep attain the fold.
This is the faith that I have held and hold,
And this is that in which I mean to die.


II


Steep are the seas and savaging and cold
In broken waters terrible to try;
And vast against the winter night the wold,
And harbourless for any sail to lie.
But you shall lead me to the lights, and I
Shall hymn you in a harbour story told.
This is the faith that I have held and hold,
And this is that in which I mean to die.


III


Help of the half-defeated, House of gold,
Shrine of the Sword, and Tower of Ivory;
Splendour apart, supreme and aureoled,
The Battler's vision and the World's reply.
You shall restore me, O my last Ally,
To vengence and the glories of the bold.
This is the faith that I have held and hold,
And this is that in which I mean to die.


Envoi


Prince of the degradations, bought and sold,
These verses, written in your crumbling sty,
Proclaim the faith that I have held and hold
And publish that in which I mean to die.
441

[Month of] September

[Month of] September

I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,
Looked eastward out to the September night;
The men that in the hopeless battle died
Rose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight;
A brumal army, vague and ordered large
For mile on mile by some pale general,-
I saw them lean by companies to the charge,
But no man living heard the bugle-call.


And fading still, and pointing to their scars,
They fled in lessening clouds, where gray and high
Dawn lay along the heaven in misty bars;
But watching from that eastern casement, I
Saw the Republic splendid in the sky,
And round her terrible head the morning stars.
437

A Trinity

A Trinity

Of three in One and One in three
My narrow mind would doubting be
Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met
And all at once were Juliet.
345

[Month of] November

[Month of] November

November is that historied Emperor,
Conquered in age, but foot to foot with fate,
Who from his refuge high has heard the roar
Of squadrons in pursuit, and now, too late,
Stirrups the storm and calls the winds to war,
And arms the garrison of his last heirloom,
And shakes the sky to its extremest shore
With battle against irrevocable doom.


Till, driven and hurled from his strong citadels,
He flies in hurrying cloud and spurs him on,
Empty of lingerings, empty of farewells
And final benedictions, and is gone.
But in my garden all the trees have shed
Their legacies of the light, and all the flowers are dead.
475

[Month of] March

[Month of] March

The north-cast wind has come from Norroway,
Roaring he came above the white waves' tips!
The foam of the loud sea was on his lips,
And all his hair was salt with falling spray.
Over the keen light of northern day
He cast his snow cloud's terrible eclipse;
Beyond our banks he suddenly struck the ships,
And left them labouring on his landward way.


The certain course that to my strength belongs
Drives him with gathering purpose and control
Until across Vendean flats he sees
Ocean, the eldest of his enemies.
Then wheels he for him, glorying in goal
And gives him challenge, bellowing battle songs.
458

[Month of] December

[Month of] December

Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness.
And in that dreadful company distress
And the sad night with silent footsteps go.
On my poor fire the brands are scarce aglow,
And in the woods without what memories press
Where, waning in the trees from less to less,
Mysterious bangs the hom6d moon and low.


For now December, full of aged care,
Comes in upon the yea and weakly grieves;
Mumbling his lost desires and his despair; .
And with mad trembling hand still interweaves,
The dank sear flower-stalks tangled in his hair,
While round about him whirl the rotten leaves.
467

[Month of] January

[Month of] January

It freezes- all across a soundless sky
The birds go home. The governing dark's begun:
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;
The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.


Death, with his evil finger to his lip,
Leers in at human windows, turning spy
To learn the country where his rule shall lie
When he assumes perpetual generalship.


The undefeated enemy, the chill
That shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,
Is master of our moment, and has bound
The viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.
It freezes. Every friendly stream is fast.
It freezes; and the graven twigs are still.
458

[Month of] April

[Month of] April

The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,
Look! little beads of green begin to grow,
And hidden flowers have dated their tops to show
Where late such droughty dusts were rudely playing.
It's not the month, but all the world's a-maying!
Come then with me, I'll take you, for I know
Where the first hedgethorns and white windflowers blow:
We two alone,, that goes without the saying.


The month has treacherous clouds and moves in fears.
This April shames the month itself with smiles:
In whose new eyes I know no heaven of tears,
But still serene desire and between whiles,
So great a look that even April's grace
Makes only marvel at her only face.
644

[Month of) July

[Month of) July

The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,
The purple Kings and all their mounted men;
They fill the street with clamorous cavalcade;
The Kings have broken down the Saracen.
Singing a great song of the eastern wars,
In crimson ships across the sea they came,
With crimson sails and diamonded dark oars,
That made the Mediterranean flash with flame.


And reading how, in that far month, the ranks
Formed on the edge of the desert, armoured all,
I wish to God that I had been with them
When the first Norman leapt upon the wall,
And Godfrey led the foremost of the Franks,
And young Lord Raymond stormed Jerusalem.
430

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Identification and basic context

Hilaire Belloc was a writer, historian, poet, and political activist. He was born on July 27, 1870, and died on August 22, 1953. Born in La Celle-Saint-Cloud, France, to an English mother and a French father, he held dual nationality but spent most of his life in England. He was a prominent figure in English letters, known for his prolific output and strong opinions. He was a devout Roman Catholic throughout his life.

Childhood and education

Belloc's early life was shaped by his French upbringing and his mother's influence. After his father's death, his mother moved the family to England. He was educated at the Oratory School in Birmingham, run by Cardinal Newman, and later studied history at Balliol College, Oxford. His time at Oxford was significant for his intellectual development and his growing engagement with Catholic thought and tradition. He also served in the French army for a period.

Literary trajectory

Belloc began his writing career in the 1890s, quickly establishing himself as a versatile and opinionated author. He gained early fame for his humorous travelogues and poems. Throughout his career, he produced a vast number of books, including historical analyses, biographies, political tracts, essays, novels, and collections of verse. He was a frequent contributor to periodicals and engaged in public debates. His literary trajectory was marked by a consistent adherence to his Catholic faith and political convictions.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Belloc's major works span numerous genres. Among his most famous poems are "The Bad Child's Book of Beasts" (1896) and "Cautionary Tales for Children" (1896), known for their dark humor and memorable rhymes. His historical works include "The History of England" and biographies of figures like Joan of Arc and Napoleon. His dominant themes often revolved around Catholic faith, history, social justice (particularly his advocacy for distributism), and critiques of liberalism and socialism. His style is characterized by clarity, wit, vigorous argumentation, and a direct, often polemical, tone. His poetic style in his humorous works is marked by simple rhyme schemes and memorable, often ironic, narratives. He was associated with a conservative literary and intellectual milieu.

Cultural and historical context

Belloc lived through a period of significant social and political change in Britain and Europe, including the rise of industrialism, two world wars, and shifts in political ideologies. As a Catholic, he was part of a religious minority in predominantly Protestant England and often felt compelled to defend his faith. He was a contemporary of G.K. Chesterton, with whom he shared many intellectual and religious views, and together they championed distributism. Belloc was a staunch critic of modern secular trends and political movements he deemed dangerous.

Personal life

Belloc's personal life was deeply influenced by his strong Catholic faith and his family. He married Elodie Hogan, an American, and they had five children. His personal experiences and deeply held convictions fueled his writing and public pronouncements. He was known for his robust personality and his willingness to engage in public controversies.

Recognition and reception

Belloc achieved considerable fame during his lifetime as a popular writer and public figure. His humorous poems and essays were widely read and enjoyed. His historical works were also influential, though sometimes criticized for their strong biases. He was recognized for his literary output and his engagement with public affairs, though his controversial views also drew criticism.

Influences and legacy

Belloc drew influence from classical literature, English literary tradition, and his Catholic faith. He, in turn, influenced writers like G.K. Chesterton and promoted ideas like distributism. His legacy lies in his enduring humorous poetry, his substantial historical scholarship, and his persistent defense of Catholic social teaching and traditional values. His works continue to be read for their wit, historical insight, and clear articulation of his worldview.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Belloc's work is often interpreted through the lens of his Catholic faith and his conservative political stance. Critics have examined his historical methodologies, his economic theories (distributism), and the complex blend of humor and seriousness in his writing. His polemical style and strong opinions have sometimes led to controversy.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Belloc was known for his legendary memory and his ability to write on a vast array of subjects. He famously claimed to know the geography of England better than anyone else. He also had a deep knowledge of military history.

Death and memory

Hilaire Belloc died at the age of 83. His death was noted in literary and public circles. While some of his more polemical works have faded in prominence, his humorous verse and certain historical studies continue to be appreciated and studied.