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Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок)


Heretics All


Heretics all, whoever you may be,
In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,
You never shall have good words from me.
Caritas non conturbat me.

But Catholic men that live upon wine
Are deep in the water, and frank, and fine;
Wherever I travel I find it so,
Benedicamus Domino.

On childing women that are forelorn,
And men that sweat in nothing but scorn:
That is on all that ever were born,
Miserere Domine.

To my poor self on my deathbed,
And all my dear companions dead,
Because of the love that I bore them,
Dona Eis Requiem.



Hilaire Belloc's other poems:
  1. The Pelagian Drinking Song
  2. Is there any reward?
  3. Lord Lundy
  4. On Vital Statistics
  5. The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter


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