Poems by Hilaire Belloc
The Catholic Sun
... Theres always laughter and good red wine ...
Juliet
... How did the party go in Portman Square ...
George
... angerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable DimensionsWhen George's Grandmamma was told ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine
... All, all, must face their Passion at the lastWas there not one that did to Heaven complain ...
Henry King
... When Henry, with his Latest Breath,Cried, "Oh, my Friends, be warned by me, ...
Hilaire Belloc - The South Country
... And the men that were boys when I was a boy ...
The world is full of double beds
... Which being so, theres no excuse ...
The Telephone
... Peoples all heaven, although he be but one ...
Franklin Hyde
... And Hit him till it Hurt,Exclaiming, with a Final Thud, ...
The Lion
... But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim, ...
The Pelagian Drinking Song
... And the masses of doubt that are floating about ...
The Scorpion
... The Scorpion is as black as soot, ...
The Whale
... By every boy in Oxford townWho wants to be a Don ...
The Birds
... Tu creasti DomineJesus Christ, Thou child so wise, ...
Algernon
... Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was reprimanded by his Father ...
