Hilaire Belloc

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

Hilaire Belloc Poems

81. The Hippopotamus 12/31/2002
82. The Lion 12/31/2002
83. The Llama 4/3/2010
84. The Loser 4/3/2010
85. The Marmozet 1/3/2003
86. The Microbe 12/31/2002
87. The Mirror 4/3/2010
88. The Night 12/31/2002
89. The Pacifist 1/3/2003
90. The Pelagian Drinking Song 12/31/2002
91. The Rebel 4/3/2010
92. The Scorpion 12/31/2002
93. The South Country 5/9/2001
94. The Statue 1/3/2003
95. The Telephone 1/3/2003
96. The Tiger 12/31/2002
97. The Vulture 12/31/2002
98. The Whale 12/31/2002
99. The World Is Full Of Double Beds 3/21/2004
100. The Yak 12/31/2002
101. Time Cures All 1/3/2003
102. To A Rhinoceros 4/3/2010
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 ...

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Henry King

The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.

Physicians of the Utmost Fame
Were called at once; but when they came
They answered, as they took their Fees,
"There is no Cure for this Disease.

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