Category Archives: Hilaire Belloc

Poem – The Whale 

The Whale that wanders round the Pole Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor serve him in a dish; But you may cut his blubber up And melt it down for oil. And so … Continue reading

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Poem – The Vulture

The Vulture eats between his meals, And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you and I. His eye is dull, his head is bald, His neck is growing thinner. Oh! what a lesson for … Continue reading

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Poem – The  Tiger 

The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And mothers of large families (Who claim to common sense) Will find a tiger well repays The trouble and expense. 

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Poem – The South Country

When I am living in the Midlands  That are sodden and unkind,  I light my lamp in the evening:  My work is left behind;  And the great hills of the South Country  Come back into my mind.  The great hills … Continue reading

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Poem – Rebel 

There is a wall of which the stones  Are lies and bribes and dead men’s bones.  And wrongfully this evil wall  Denies what all men made for all,  And shamelessly this wall surrounds  Our homesteads and our native grounds.  But … Continue reading

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Poem – Month Of  February – Hilaire Belloc

The winter moon has such a quiet car  That all the winter nights are dumb with rest.  She drives the gradual dark with drooping crest,  And dreams go wandering from her drowsy star.  Because the nights are silent, do not … Continue reading

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Poem – Month of January – Hilaire Belloc

It freezes- all across a soundless sky  The birds go home. The governing dark’s begun:  The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;  The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.  Death, with his evil finger to his lip,  … Continue reading

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