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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Lion

The Lion

The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist;
But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Loser

The Loser

He lost his money first of all
And losing that is half the story-
And later on he tried a fall
With fate, in things less transit…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Gnu

The Gnu

G stands for Gnu, whose weapon of defence
Are long, sharp, curling horns, and common sense.
To these he adds a name so short and strong, …

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Fragment

The Fragment

Towards the evening of her splendid day
Those who are little children now shall say
(Finding this verse),'Who wrote it, Juliet?'

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Elm

The Elm

This is the place where Dorothea smiled.
I did not know the reason, nor did she.
But there she stood, and turned, and smiled at me:

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Face

The Face

A face Sir Joshua might have painted! Yea:
Sir Joshua painted anything for pay . . .
And after all you're painted every day.

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Early Morning

The Early Morning

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the daw…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Diamond

The Diamond

This diamond, Juliet, will adorn
Ephemeral beauties yet unborn.
While my strong verse, for ever new,
Shall still adorn immort…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Catholic Sun

The Catholic Sun

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Bened…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Birds

The Birds

When Jesus Christ was four years old
The angels brought Him toys of gold,
Which no man ever had bought or sold.

And yet…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read And Was Tossed Into A Thorny Hedge By A

Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read And Was Tossed Into A Thorny Hedge By A
Bull

Some years ago you heard me sing
My doubts on Alexander Byng.

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man

Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man

I

Behold, my child, the Nordic man,
And be as like him, as you can;
His legs are long, hi…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

On Vital Statistics

On Vital Statistics

Ill fares the land to hast'ning ills a prey (1)
Where wealth accumulates and men decay.'
But how much more unfortunate are th…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

On Torture: A Public Singer

On Torture: A Public Singer

Torture will give a dozen pence or more
To keep a drab from bawling at his door.
The public taste is quite a differen…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Matilda Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death

Matilda Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death

Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her …

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

On the Ladies of Pixton

On the Ladies of Pixton

Three Graces; and the mother were a Grace,
But for profounder meaning in her face.

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Lines to a Don

Lines to a Don

Remote and ineffectual Don
That dared attack my Chesterton,
With that poor weapon, half-impelled,
Unlearnt, unsteady, hard…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Lord Lundy

Lord Lundy

Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career

Lord Lundy from his earliest years
Was far too free…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Is there any reward?

Is there any reward?

Is there any reward?
I'm beginning to doubt it.
I am broken and bored,
Is there any reward
Reassure me, Good…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Juliet

Juliet


How did the party go in Portman Square?
I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there.

And how did Lady Gaster's party go?

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Her Final Role

Her Final Role

This man's desire; that other's hopeless end;
A third's capricious tyrant: and my friend.

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine

Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine

To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend,
To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend
Wine, true begetter of all ar…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Godolphin Horne

Godolphin Horne

Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black.

Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born;
He held the Human Race in …

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Ha'nacker Mill

Ha'nacker Mill

Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill
And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;
And ev…

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