Hilaire Belloc Poems
|83.||Drinking Song, On The Excellence Of Burgundy Wine||5/9/2001|
|85.||Ballade To Our Lady Of Czestochowa||12/31/2002|
|87.||The South Country||5/9/2001|
|88.||The Catholic Sun||12/31/2002|
|92.||Talking (And Singing) Of The Nordic Man||1/3/2003|
|94.||Charles Augustus Fortescue||12/31/2002|
|96.||Matilda Who Told Lies, And Was Burned To Death||4/3/2010|
|100.||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 ...
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.