Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

81. Lord Lundy 12/31/2002
82. Epitaph On The Favourite Dog Of A Politician 4/3/2010
83. The Hippopotamus 12/31/2002
84. The Lion 12/31/2002
85. The Telephone 1/3/2003
86. The South Country 5/9/2001
87. Algernon 12/31/2002
88. The Loser 4/3/2010
89. The Elephant 12/31/2002
90. Charles Augustus Fortescue 12/31/2002
91. Lord Finchley 12/31/2002
92. The Microbe 12/31/2002
93. Henry King 12/31/2002
94. The Early Morning 12/31/2002
95. George 12/31/2002
96. The Tiger 12/31/2002
97. Rebecca 12/31/2002
98. The Frog 12/31/2002
99. The Vulture 12/31/2002
100. Jim 12/31/2002
101. Matilda Who Told Lies, And Was Burned To Death 4/3/2010
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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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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