Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

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

Comments about Hilaire Belloc

  • Randy Gill (2/28/2006 7:51:00 AM)

    The poem was as if written by a child. I review poetry everyday on a poetry site. This was downright silly. I will read more, maybe they get better. THIs is just my opinion, nothing more.

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  • Louise Mcvicar (9/10/2005 2:50:00 AM)

    Hilaire Belloc was a brilliant poet. My grandads dad read his poetry to him, my grandad read it to my mum and her sisters and my mum read it to me. I have my own book of 'Cautionary tales for children.' They are readable, morbid and witty all at the same time as capturing the essence of the time. I love his fables of naughty children, his fun dittys and of course I have just recently discovered that he wrote so much more. Have a browse, he is the best! Louise

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 ...

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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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