Hilaire Belloc Poems
|83.||Ballade To Our Lady Of Czestochowa||12/31/2002|
|85.||Drinking Song, On The Excellence Of Burgundy Wine||5/9/2001|
|88.||The Catholic Sun||12/31/2002|
|91.||The South Country||5/9/2001|
|92.||Matilda Who Told Lies, And Was Burned To Death||4/3/2010|
|93.||Talking (And Singing) Of The Nordic Man||1/3/2003|
|94.||Charles Augustus Fortescue||12/31/2002|
|99.||The Early Morning||12/31/2002|
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion
There was a Boy whose name was Jim;
His Friends were very good to him.
They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,
And slices of delicious Ham,
And Chocolate with pink inside
And little Tricycles to ride,
And read him Stories through and through,
And even took him to the Zoo--
But there it was the dreadful Fate
Befell him, which I now relate.
You know--or at least you ought to know,
For I have often told you so--
That Children never are allowed
To leave their Nurses in a Crowd;
Now this was ...
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.