Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

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


Do you remember an Inn,
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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Henry King

The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.

Physicians of the Utmost Fame
Were called at once; but when they came
They answered, as they took their Fees,
"There is no Cure for this Disease.

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