Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

81. The South Country 5/9/2001
82. The Lion 12/31/2002
83. A Trinity 1/3/2003
84. The Tiger 12/31/2002
85. Lord Finchley 12/31/2002
86. The Elephant 12/31/2002
87. The Vulture 12/31/2002
88. Ballade To Our Lady Of Czestochowa 12/31/2002
89. The Catholic Sun 12/31/2002
90. Algernon 12/31/2002
91. Henry King 12/31/2002
92. Lord Lundy 12/31/2002
93. Matilda Who Told Lies, And Was Burned To Death 4/3/2010
94. Talking (And Singing) Of The Nordic Man 1/3/2003
95. Charles Augustus Fortescue 12/31/2002
96. The Microbe 12/31/2002
97. Jim 12/31/2002
98. George 12/31/2002
99. The Frog 12/31/2002
100. Rebecca 12/31/2002
101. The Early Morning 12/31/2002
102. Tarantella 12/31/2002
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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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The Telephone

To-night in million-voiced London I
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky
Until your single voice. Ah! So the sun
Peoples all heaven, although he be but one.

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