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Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was reprimanded by his Father.Young Algernon, the Doctor's Son,
Was playing with a Loaded Gun.
He pointed it towards his Sister,
Aimed very carefully, but

A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir

© Richard Lovelace

I.

Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more,

The Birds

© Hilaire Belloc

When Jesus Christ was four years old
The angels brought Him toys of gold,
Which no man ever had bought or sold.

The Whale

© Hilaire Belloc

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;

News to the king, good news for all

© Augusta Davies Webster

"NEWS to the king, good news for all,"
The corn is trodden, the river runs red.
"News of the battle," the heralds call,
"We have won the field; we have taken the town;
We have beaten the rebels and crushed them down."
And the dying lie with the dead.

The Scorpion

© Hilaire Belloc

The Scorpion is as black as soot,
He dearly loves to bite;
He is a most unpleasant brute
To find in bed at night.

A Cloud In Trousers - part I

© Vladimir Mayakovsky

Eight.
Nine.
Ten.

The Pelagian Drinking Song

© Hilaire Belloc

Pelagius lived at Kardanoel
And taught a doctrine there
How, whether you went to heaven or to hell
It was your own affair.
It had nothing to do with the Church, my boy,
But was your own affair.

The Lion

© Hilaire Belloc

The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist;
But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim,
And a good little child will not play with him.

Boris Godunov

© Alexander Pushkin

Boyars, The People, Inspectors, Officers, Attendants, Guests,
a Boy in attendance on Prince Shuisky, a Catholic Priest, a
Polish Noble, a Poet, an Idiot, a Beggar, Gentlemen, Peasants,
Guards, Russian, Polish, and German Soldiers, a Russian
Prisoner of War, Boys, an old Woman, Ladies, Serving-women.

Franklin Hyde

© Hilaire Belloc

His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyde
Carousing in the Dirt.
He Shook him hard from Side to Side
And Hit him till it Hurt,

The Old Gentry

© Matthew Prior

That all from Adam first began,
None but ungodly Whiston doubts,
And that his son and his son's son
Were all but ploughmen, clowns, and louts.

The Telephone

© Hilaire Belloc

To-night in million-voiced London I
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky
Until your single voice. Ah! So the sun
Peoples all heaven, although he be but one.

Joy

© Robinson Jeffers

Though joy is better than sorrow joy is not great;

Peace is great, strength is great.

The world is full of double beds

The world is full of double beds
And most delightful maidenheads,
Which being so, theres no excuse
For sodomy of self-abuse.

Sonnet XXXI: Thou Comest!

Thou comest! all is said without a word.

I sit beneath thy looks, as children do

Pasiphae

Tu gémis sur l'Ida, mourante, échevelée,

O reine! ô de Minos épouse désolée!

Through lane it laythrough bramble

Through lane it laythrough bramble
Through clearing and through wood
Banditti often passed us
Upon the lonely road.

Hilaire Belloc - 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.