Tiger, The (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And ...
Hilaire Belloc Poems (166 Poems)
Lord Lundy (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
The Catholic Sun (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, There's always laughter and good red wine. At least I've always found it so. ...
Juliet (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
How did the party go in Portman Square? I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there. And how did Lady ...
George (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions When George's Grandmamma was told That George ...
The Tiger (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And ...
Lines to a Don (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
The Vulture (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The Vulture eats between his meals, And that's the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you ...
The Elephant (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When people call this beast to mind, They marvel more and more At such a little tail behind, So large ...
Rebecca (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A ...
Lines For A Christmas Card (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
May all my enemies go to hell, Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel (Hilaire Belloc)
The Early Morning (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my ...
The Frog (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As "Slimy skin," or "Polly-wog," Or likewise ...
Frog, The (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As "Slimy skin," or "Polly-wog," Or likewise ...
Tarantella (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
Jim (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...