Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

41. On The Ladies Of Pixton 1/3/2003
42. Lines To A Don 12/31/2002
43. The Mirror 4/3/2010
44. On Torture: A Public Singer 1/3/2003
45. Time Cures All 1/3/2003
46. On Vital Statistics 1/3/2003
47. The Scorpion 12/31/2002
48. The Dromedary 12/31/2002
49. On The Gift Of A Book To A Child 4/3/2010
50. [month Of] April 4/3/2010
51. On The Little God 1/3/2003
52. Fatigue 4/3/2010
53. To A Rhinoceros 4/3/2010
54. Because My Faltering Feet 12/31/2002
55. Godolphin Horne 12/31/2002
56. Is There Any Reward? 12/31/2002
57. The Death And Last Confession Of Wandering Peter 1/3/2003
58. Ha'Nacker Mill 12/31/2002
59. Epitah On The Politician Himself 4/3/2010
60. Drinking Song, On The Excellence Of Burgundy Wine 5/9/2001
61. Heretics All 5/9/2001
62. Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read And Was Tossed Into A Thorny Hedge By A Bull 4/3/2010
63. The Whale 12/31/2002
64. The Birds 5/9/2001
65. Juliet 5/9/2001
66. A Trinity 1/3/2003
67. The Pacifist 1/3/2003
68. Ballade To Our Lady Of Czestochowa 12/31/2002
69. The World Is Full Of Double Beds 3/21/2004
70. The Night 12/31/2002
71. Kings Live In Palaces, And Pigs In Sties 3/21/2004
72. The Pelagian Drinking Song 12/31/2002
73. [month Of] March 4/3/2010
74. The Gnu 4/3/2010
75. Courtesy 4/3/2010
76. Heroic Poem In Praise Of Wine 12/31/2002
77. Cautionary Tales For Children: Introduction 4/3/2010
78. Talking (And Singing) Of The Nordic Man 1/3/2003
79. The Catholic Sun 12/31/2002
80. The Llama 4/3/2010

Comments about Hilaire Belloc

  • Jaydan (3/7/2018 1:05:00 PM)

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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?

  • 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.

  • Lucretia Vandemark (4/8/2006 10:19:00 AM)

    When we were about ages 8 and 11, my brother and I found 'Jim' in a textbook (one of many old ones my father, a high school history teacher, had on the shelf) .
    We memorized it and recited it often for friends and family.
    Now I'm teaching it to my grandchildren.
    It's a great poem!

  • 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.

  • 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


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 ...

Read the full of Tarantella

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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