Author: Hilaire Belloc

Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw […]

I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda […]

Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year You wear the morning like your dress And are […]

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my […]

Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was […]

I Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his […]

The Big Baboon is found upon The plains of Cariboo: He goes about with nothing on (A shocking thing to […]

When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass And find a stone half-hidden in tall grass And grey with age: […]

Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As “Slimy skin,” or “Polly-wog,” Or likewise […]

The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And […]

To-night in million-voiced London I Was lonely as the million-pointed sky Until your single voice. Ah! So the sun Peoples […]

Torture will give a dozen pence or more To keep a drab from bawling at his door. The public taste […]

Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right! It is the […]

Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason “Oh murder! What was that, Papa!” “My child, […]

Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; […]

Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was reprimanded by his Father. Young Algernon, the Doctor’s […]

The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But […]

Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle. His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyde Carousing in the […]

The Vulture eats between his meals, And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you […]

When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what […]