Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
King's Land
Stand thou forever among human Houses,House of the Resurrection, House of Birth;House of the rooted hearts and long carouses,Stand, and be famous..
© Hilaire Belloc
Juliet
How did the party go in Portman Square?I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there.And how did Lady Gaster's party go?Juliet was next me and I do not..
© Hilaire Belloc
Jim
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a LionThere was a Boy whose name was Jim;His Friends were very good to him.They gave him Tea, and Cakes..
© Hilaire Belloc
Is There Any Reward?
Is there any reward?I'm beginning to doubt it.I am broken and bored,Is there any rewardReassure me, Good Lord,And inform me about it.Is there any..
© Hilaire Belloc
Introduction: The Bad Child's Book Of Beasts
I call you bad, my little child,Upon the title page,Because a manner rude and wildIs common at your age.The Moral of this priceless work(If rightly..
© Hilaire Belloc
Introduction: More Beasts For Worse Children
The parents of the learned child(His father and his mother)Were utterly aghast to noteThe facts he would at random quoteOn creatures curious, rare..
© Hilaire Belloc
Hildebrand
Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason"Oh murder! What was that, Papa!""My child, It was a Motor-Car,A most Ingenious..
© Hilaire Belloc
Heroic Poem In Praise Of Wine
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend,To welcome home mankind's mysterious friendWine, true begetter of all arts that be;Wine, privilege of the..
© Hilaire Belloc
Heretics All
Heretics all, whoever you may be,In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,You never shall have good words from me.Caritas non conturbat me.But Catholic..
© Hilaire Belloc
Her Final Role
This man's desire; that other's hopeless end;A third's capricious tyrant: and my friend.
© Hilaire Belloc
Henry King
The Chief Defect of Henry KingWas chewing little bits of String.At last he swallowed some which tiedItself in ugly Knots inside.Physicians of the..
© Hilaire Belloc
Ha'Nacker Mill
Sally is gone that was so kindly,Sally is gone from Ha'nacker HillAnd the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;And ever since then the clapper is..
© Hilaire Belloc
Habitations
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties,And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.
© Hilaire Belloc
Godolphin Horne
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black.Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born;He held the Human Race in Scorn,And lived with all his..
© Hilaire Belloc
George
Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerableDimensionsWhen George's Grandmamma was toldThat George had been as good as..
© Hilaire Belloc
From: Dedicatory Ode
I will not try the reach again,I will not set my sail alone,To moor a boat bereft of menAt Yarnton's tiny docks of stone.But I will sit beside the..
© Hilaire Belloc
Franklin Hyde
Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle.His Uncle came upon Franklin HydeCarousing in the Dirt.He Shook him hard from Side to SideAnd..
© Hilaire Belloc
Fatigue
I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme.But Money gives me pleasure all the time.
© Hilaire Belloc
Epitaph On The Favourite Dog Of A Politician
Here lies a Dog.- may every Dog that diesLie in security - as this Dog lies.
© Hilaire Belloc
Epitah On The Politician Himself
Here richly, with ridiculous display,The Politician's corpse was laid away.While all of his acquaintance sneered and slangedI wept: for I had longed..
© Hilaire Belloc
Drinking Song, On The Excellence Of Burgundy Wine
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,Come, open the door to us, let us come in.A score of stout fellows who think it no sinIf they toast till..
© Hilaire Belloc
Cuckoo!
In woods so long time bareCuckoo!Up and in the wood, I know not whereTwo notes fall.Yet I do not envy him at allHis phantasy.Cuckoo!I too,Somewhere,I..
© Hilaire Belloc
Criterion
When you are mixed with many I descryA single light, and judge the rest thereby.But when you are alone with me, why then,I quite forget all women and..
© Hilaire Belloc
Courtesy
Of Courtesy, it is much lessThan Courage of Heart or Holiness,Yet in my Walks it seems to meThat the Grace of God is in Courtesy.On Monks I did in..
© Hilaire Belloc
Charles Augustus Fortescue
The nicest child I ever knewWas Charles Augustus Fortescue.He never lost his cap, or toreHis stockings or his pinafore:In eating Bread he made no..
© Hilaire Belloc