Poems by Hilaire Belloc
On Vital Statistics
... Where wealth declines and population grows! (1)This line is execrable ...
Drinking Song, On the Excellence of Burgundy Wine
... If they toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin, ...
Is there any reward?
... I'm beginning to doubt it ...
September
... They fled in lessening clouds, where gray and high ...
The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter
... To priests and people gathered there:"If all that I have loved and seen ...
Ha'nacker Mill
... .. And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill ...
Heretics All
... Are deep in the water, and frank, and fine ...
The Pacifist
... But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right ...
The Night
... ed Moon By my bedside their memories croon ...
Because My Faltering Feet
... Have called me, called me, till I needs must follow: ...
On the Little God
... Of all the gods that gave me all their glories ...
On the Ladies of Pixton
... Three Graces; and the mother were a Grace, ...
Song
... Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening yearYou wear the morning like your dress ...
The Dromedary
... I cannot say the same about the Kurd ...
The Marmozet
... The Marmozet survives as yet, ...
