Poems by Hilaire Belloc
The Microbe
... All these have never yet been seen-- ...
A Trinity
... Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met ...
The Hippopotamus
... His hide is sure to flatten 'em ...
Lord Finchley
... Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right! ...
Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa
... EnvoiPrince of the degradations, bought and sold, ...
Charles Augustus Fortescue
... And built the Splendid Mansion whichIs called The Cedars, Muswell Hill, ...
The Statue
... And grey with age: but having seen that stone ...
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties
... Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties, ...
The Yak
... It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back, ...
Time Cures All
... That I have loved you rather more than most ...
Godolphin Horne
... Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black ...
October
... now the cold Invades our very noon: the year's grown old, ...
The Big Baboon
... How like this Big Baboon would be ...
The Evenlode
... The public taste is quite a different thing- ...
Hildebrand
... Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason "Oh murder! What was that, Papa!" ...
