Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

41. Kings Live In Palaces, And Pigs In Sties 3/21/2004
42. [month Of] October 12/31/2002
43. Epitah On The Politician Himself 4/3/2010
44. On Two Ministers Of State 1/3/2003
45. Hildebrand 12/31/2002
46. The Scorpion 12/31/2002
47. The Mirror 4/3/2010
48. [month Of] September 1/3/2003
49. The Marmozet 1/3/2003
50. On The Little God 1/3/2003
51. Song 12/31/2002
52. On The Ladies Of Pixton 1/3/2003
53. On Torture: A Public Singer 1/3/2003
54. Franklin Hyde 12/31/2002
55. Lines To A Don 12/31/2002
56. The Death And Last Confession Of Wandering Peter 1/3/2003
57. The Yak 12/31/2002
58. Ha'Nacker Mill 12/31/2002
59. Heroic Poem In Praise Of Wine 12/31/2002
60. Time Cures All 1/3/2003
61. The Pelagian Drinking Song 12/31/2002
62. On Vital Statistics 1/3/2003
63. Juliet 5/9/2001
64. On The Gift Of A Book To A Child 4/3/2010
65. Lines For A Christmas Card 12/31/2002
66. Heretics All 5/9/2001
67. The Statue 1/3/2003
68. The Telephone 1/3/2003
69. Is There Any Reward? 12/31/2002
70. The Birds 5/9/2001
71. The World Is Full Of Double Beds 3/21/2004
72. Godolphin Horne 12/31/2002
73. The Evenlode 12/31/2002
74. Lord Finchley 12/31/2002
75. Because My Faltering Feet 12/31/2002
76. The Whale 12/31/2002
77. The Hippopotamus 12/31/2002
78. The Pacifist 1/3/2003
79. The Dromedary 12/31/2002
80. The Night 12/31/2002

Comments about Hilaire Belloc

  • dsfsw (10/27/2018 3:54:00 PM)


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  • 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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  • lolwhy (5/1/2018 8:48:00 AM)

    lol why am I on this page

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  • ? ? ? ? ? (5/1/2018 8:20:00 AM)

    I lick cheese I lick cheese I lick cheese I lick cheese I lick cheese

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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

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  • Jaydan (3/7/2018 1:05:00 PM)

    All books

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  • 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?

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  • 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.

    Have a nice day!

    Mr. Koena France Mokoena
    Country: South Africa
    Website: www.poemhunter.com/kfmproductions

    Mr. Koena France Mokoena

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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.

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Best Poem of Hilaire Belloc


Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably

A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.

She would deliberately go
And slam the door like billy-o!
To make her uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild;
She was an aggravating child...

It happened that a marble bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the door this little lamb
Had carefully ...

Read the full of Rebecca

Time Cures All

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