Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

81. The Lion 12/31/2002
82. The Tiger 12/31/2002
83. Lord Finchley 12/31/2002
84. The South Country 5/9/2001
85. Ballade To Our Lady Of Czestochowa 12/31/2002
86. Drinking Song, On The Excellence Of Burgundy Wine 5/9/2001
87. The Vulture 12/31/2002
88. The Catholic Sun 12/31/2002
89. Algernon 12/31/2002
90. A Trinity 1/3/2003
91. Matilda Who Told Lies, And Was Burned To Death 4/3/2010
92. Lord Lundy 12/31/2002
93. Talking (And Singing) Of The Nordic Man 1/3/2003
94. The Microbe 12/31/2002
95. Henry King 12/31/2002
96. Charles Augustus Fortescue 12/31/2002
97. Jim 12/31/2002
98. The Frog 12/31/2002
99. Rebecca 12/31/2002
100. George 12/31/2002
101. The Early Morning 12/31/2002
102. Tarantella 12/31/2002
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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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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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