An Author’s Hope
When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Fatigue
I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme.
But Money gives me pleasure all the time.
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The Marmozet
The species Man and Marmozet
Are intimately linked;
The Marmozet survives as yet,
But Men are all extinct.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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The 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.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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The Elephant
When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and more
At such a little tail behind,
So large a trunk before.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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The Hippopotamus
I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten 'em.
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On Two Ministers of State
Lump says that Caliban's of gutter breed,
And Caliban says Lump's a fool indeed,
And Caliban and Lump and I are all agreed.
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The Face
A face Sir Joshua might have painted! Yea:
Sir Joshua painted anything for pay . . .
And after all you're painted every day.
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The world is full of double beds
The world is full of double beds
And most delightful maidenheads,
Which being so, there’s no excuse
For sodomy of self-abuse.
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A Trinity
Of three in One and One in three
My narrow mind would doubting be
Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met
And all at once were Juliet.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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