Hilaire Belloc

Hilaire Belloc

Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc (27 July 1870[1] – 16 July 1953) was a British-French writer and historian and one of the most prolific writers in England during the early twentiБольше
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The Early Morning

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other;
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right-My brother, good morning; my sister, good night

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The Elephant

When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and
At such a little tail behind,
So large a trunk before

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Lines For A Christmas Card

May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel,
Noel,
Noel,

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Courtesy

Of Courtesy, it is much
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my Walks it seems to
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy

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The Marmozet

The species Man and
Are intimately linked;
The Marmozet survives as yet,
But Men are all extinct

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Drinking Song On the Excellence of Burgundy Wine

My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
Come, open the door to us, let us come in
A score of stout fellows who think it no
If they toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin,

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Tarantella

Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda
Do you remember an Inn
And the tedding and the spreading of the straw         for a bedding,

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Hanacker Mill

Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker
And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;
And ever since then the clapper is still…And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill

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December

Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness
And in that dreadful company
And the sad night with silent footsteps go

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Time Cures All

It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
That I have loved you rather more than most

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#lord2 мин. чтения

Lord Lundy Who was too Freely Moved to Tears and thereby ruined his Political Career

Lord Lundy from his earliest
Was far too freely moved to Tears
For instance if his Mother said,"Lundy
It's time to go to Bed

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Charles Augustus Fortescue Who always Did what was Right and so accumulated an Immense Fortune

The nicest child I ever
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue
He never lost his cap, or
His stockings or his pinafore:

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