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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  • Dabbermatt: "the corner of a corner of england is infinite, and can never be exhausted" - hilaire belloc
  • Rachelspencils: because my dad is very poorly, i've been reading some of his old favourite reads, including hilaire belloc's cautionary tales 'designed for the admonition of children' ... i feel like i would have liked him ...
  • Cprebucks: around 1900, hilaire belloc wrote "the love of england has in it the love of landscape, as has the love of no other country". we believe this is still true today. help us save it!
  • M_xl: "the great peaks made communion between that homing creeping part of me which loves vineyards and dances and a slow movement among pastures, and that other part which is only properly at home in heaven" hilaire belloc
  • Ayles_b: from quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there’s nothing worth the wear of winning , but laughter and the love of friends.-dedicatory ode, hilaire belloc 1910
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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 069
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:

I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,

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