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Delphi Works of Hilaire Belloc (Illustrated)

This illustrated volume includes a selection of Hilaire Belloc's poetry, prose, and essays, showcasing his wit and social commentary. The collection is designed to provide readers with a comprehensive view of Belloc's literary contributions. more

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

Hilaire Belloc was an English writer, poet, and historian, born on July 27, 1870, and died on July 16, 1953. He is recognized for his contributions to poetry, fiction, and political commentary. more

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“That I grow sour, who only lack delight; That I descend to sneer, who only grieve: That from my depth I should contemn your height; That with my blame my mockery you receive; Huntress and splendour of the woodland night, Diana of this world, do not believe.”

“The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.”