Poems by Hilaire Belloc
On Two Ministers of State
... And Caliban and Lump and I are all agreed ...
The Gnu
... 'Come, let us hunt the______' Then no more is heard ...
Habitations
... Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties, ...
The South Country
... I will gather and carefully make my friends ...
The Crocodile
... This creature so grand and august in its age, ...
Cuckoo!
... Cuckoo! Up and in the wood, I know not where ...
The Loser
... His taste in wine, his choice of food, ...
A Moral Alphabet (excerpt)
... MORAL If you were born to walk the ground, ...
Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read and Was Tossed into a Thorny Hedge by a Bull
... Her sister Jane, though barely nine, ...
December
... . And with mad trembling hand still interweaves, ...
On Torture: A Public Singer
... The public taste is quite a different thing- ...
Hildebrand, Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason.
... "What would your Great Grandfather who ...
The Llama
... And I know the place he lives in (or at least- I think I do) ...
August
... Or when his bramble beard flaked red with foam ...
Fatigue
... I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme ...
