Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Bellocwas 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...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 July 1870
homes laughter love quiet wear worth
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.
laughter wine shining
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, There’s always laughter and good red wine. At least I’ve always found it so. Benedicamus Domino!
accursed broke democracy goes power privilege stands women
The accursed power which stands on Privilege (And goes with Women, and Champagne, and Bridge) Broke - and Democracy resumed her reign: (Which goes with Bridge, and Women and Champagne).
cutting english-poet pictures pleasure refrain throw
Child! Do not throw this book about; refrain from the unholy pleasure of cutting all the pictures out.
doubt nobody sure
Oh! let us never, never doubt what nobody is sure about!
lunch tea breakfast
Oh, my friends, be warned by me, That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea, Are all human frame requires.
eye men cells
Economic freedom is in our eyes a good. It is among the highest of temporal goods because it is necessary to the highest life of society through the dignity of man and through the multiplicity of his action, in which multiplicity is life. Through well-divided property alone can the units of society react upon the State. Through it alone can a public opinion flourish. Only where the bulk of the cells are healthy can the whole organism thrive.
affected child flourish
Alas! That such affected tricks/ Should flourish in a child of six!
english-poet goes heart
I said to Heart, 'How goes it?' Heart replied: 'Right as a Ribstone Pippin!'
came cure disease fame physicians took utmost
Physicians of the Utmost Fame Were called at once; but when they came they murmured as they took their fees, "There is no cure for this disease
came cure disease fame physicians took utmost
Physicians of the Utmost Fame Were called at once; but when they came they murmured as they took their fees, "There is no cure for this disease
facts fits happily indeed largely somewhat thereafter
He is largely right in his conclusions, somewhat over-selective in his facts: most of what you will read thereafter you will find happily fits into his analysis, which is as it should be, because, as I said, he is indeed largely right.
books english-poet hope sins
When I am dead, I hope it is said, 'His sins were scarlet, but his books were read'.
cannot people
The Microbe is so very small/ You cannot make him out at all,/ But many sanguine people hope/ To see him through a microscope.