Who is Hilaire Belloc

Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc (/hɪˈlɛər ˈbɛlək/; French: [ilɛʁ bɛlɔk]; 27 July 1870 – 16 July 1953) was an Anglo-French writer and historian. He was one of the most prolific writers in England during the early twentieth century. He was known as a writer, orator, poet, sailor, satirist, man of letters, soldier and political activist. His Catholic faith had a strong impact on his works. He was President of the Oxford Union and later MP for Salford from 1906 to 1910. He was a noted disputant, with a number of long-running feuds, but also widely regarded as a humane and sympathetic man. Belloc became a naturalised British subject in 1902, while retaining his French citizenship.

His poetry encompassed comic verses for children and religiou...
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Hilaire Belloc Poems

  • He Scorpion
    The Scorpion is as black as soot,
    He dearly loves to bite;
    He is a most unpleasant brute
    To find in bed at night....
  • September
    I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,
    Looked eastward out to the September night;
    The men that in the hopeless battle died
    Rose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight; ...
  • October
    Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face
    Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
    Invades our very noon: the year's grown old,
    Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace. ...
  • The Diamond
    This diamond, Juliet, will adorn
    Ephemeral beauties yet unborn.
    While my strong verse, for ever new,
    Shall still adorn immortal you....
  • The Birds
    When Jesus Christ was four years old
    The angels brought Him toys of gold,
    Which no man ever had bought or sold.
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Never 19 Good 18 Child 16 Hear 14 Night 13 Face 12 High 11 Great 11 Long 11 Young 11

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  • Vickyseal: beware the exposure of our johnson. at this stage it's good for the cause provided les moutons don't just shrug it off, but it reminds me of a poem called jim by hilaire belloc: "and always keep a-hold of nurse for fear of finding something worse." who's waiting in the wings?
  • Kevin_ovenden: on reading this, hilaire belloc's line comes to mind: "whatever happens, we have got the maxim gun, and they have not." so brandishing it in ukraine is somehow going to lever mercantile and economic advantage elsewhere. very 19th century.
  • Welfordwrites: matilda who told lies, and was burned to death, a poem by hilaire belloc. a highly entertaining version of the “boy who cried wolf” theme, in mock-heroic. click the link!
  • Secondachilles: an unexpected, but appreciated, appearance by hilaire belloc in the august pages of businesspm:
  • Jmdreid: “write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!” --hilaire belloc
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