Poems by Hilaire Belloc
Epitaph on the Favourite Dog of a Politician
... Lie in security - as this Dog lies ...
The Elm
... But there she stood, and turned, and smiled at me: ...
Lord Lundy, Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career
... The Dear Old Butler thought-but there! ...
Courtesy
... Gabriel; On Wings a-flame from Heaven he fell ...
March
... The certain course that to his strength belongs ...
Introduction: The Bad Child's Book of Beasts
... Who take their manners from the Ape, ...
January
... That shall benumb the voiceful earth at last, ...
King's Land
... House of the rooted hearts and long carouses, ...
The False Heart
... 'Right as a Ribstone Pippin!' But it lied ...
Child! do not Throw this Book about
... , Darling, your little tiny handsWere also made, I think, to pray For men that lose their fairylands ...
Fatigued
... I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme ...
Jim, Who Ran away from his Nurse, and was Eaten by a Lion
... und attendTo James' miserable end,And always keep a-hold of NurseFor fear of finding something worse ...
On a Dead Hostess
... Of this bad world the loveliest and the bestHas smiled and said "Good Night," and gone to rest. ...
On a Sleeping Friend
... en your lovely headDroops to sink among the Dead,And the quiet places keepYou that so divinely sleep ...
On his Books
... When I am dead, I hope it may be said:"His sins were scarlet, but his books were read." ...
