Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

1. Lord Roehampton 3/20/2015
2. [month Of] October 4/3/2010
3. The Face 4/3/2010
4. The Fragment 4/3/2010
5. Her Final Role 4/3/2010
6. The Elm 4/3/2010
7. The Bison 4/3/2010
8. From: Dedicatory Ode 4/3/2010
9. Fatigue 4/3/2010
10. Introduction: More Beasts For Worse Children 4/3/2010
11. [month Of] August 4/3/2010
12. Epitah On The Politician Himself 4/3/2010
13. [month Of] January 4/3/2010
14. The False Heart 4/3/2010
15. [month Of) July 4/3/2010
16. Epitaph On The Favourite Dog Of A Politician 4/3/2010
17. The Diamond 4/3/2010
18. [month Of] May 4/3/2010
19. A Moral Alphabet (Excerpt) 4/3/2010
20. Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read And Was Tossed Into A Thorny Hedge By A Bull 4/3/2010
21. Ballade Of Modest Confession 4/3/2010
22. An Author’s Hope 4/3/2010
23. Lord Lundy Ii - Second Canto 4/3/2010
24. The Llama 4/3/2010
25. King's Land 4/3/2010
26. Habitations 4/3/2010
27. [month Of] December 4/3/2010
28. [month Of] November 4/3/2010
29. Introduction: The Bad Child's Book Of Beasts 4/3/2010
30. [month Of] March 4/3/2010
31. Cuckoo! 4/3/2010
32. Cautionary Tales For Children: Introduction 4/3/2010
33. Courtesy 4/3/2010
34. The Rebel 4/3/2010
35. To A Rhinoceros 4/3/2010
36. [month Of] April 4/3/2010
37. [month Of] June 4/3/2010
38. The Gnu 4/3/2010
39. [month Of] February 4/3/2010
40. The Loser 4/3/2010

Comments about Hilaire Belloc

  • Martha Sherwood (9/1/2018 11:05:00 AM)

    My father, who had a keen ironic sense of humor, read Belloc to me in the mid fifties, and I can still recite some of the poems, which are very much a part of my mental landscape. I used The Microbe, with its moral (Oh let us never, never doubt, what nobody is sure about) in a couple of essays on excessive reliance on the science du jour as the ultimate guide to behavior.

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  • Margaret bozzino (4/25/2018 3:31:00 PM)

    I just love him, always have since I was a small girl

  • Jaydan (3/7/2018 1:05:00 PM)

    All books

  • Bob Richardson (2/4/2018 1:00:00 PM)

    When I was in high school, I had to recite a poem by H B which had an extremely long title, maybe 10/15 lines. I have struggled over the years to find this poem. Any ideas?

  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (11/22/2011 6:02:00 AM)

    Hey yo! i was discouraged to meet you, but i finally met you online, because we have something in common & that is love. Hence, i read your poem called ' Trinity'. The fact is kids need to take time in order for their things to succeed. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

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  • Ingibo Benson Ingibo Benson (6/23/2010 12:20:00 PM)

    ''Early Morning, The''
    Nice poem from a creative and poetic poet.

  • Myrna Barrington (12/8/2007 1:27:00 PM)

    I have been reading his works for years and love his sense of humour and the ease with which one can memorize the words, even the very lengthy poems like Lord Lundy and Matilda. I have recommended them to a friend, a high school teacher, who finds they are ideal for her young students who find many other poets very uninspiring.

Best Poem of Hilaire Belloc

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 ...

Read the full of Tarantella

Time Cures All

It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
That I have loved you rather more than most.

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