Hilaire Belloc Poetry

Hilaire Belloc Poems

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.

Poet: 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.

Poet: Hilaire Belloc

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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.

Poet: Hilaire Belloc

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