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Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок)


Hildebrand


Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, 
and was brought to Reason 

”Oh murder! What was that, Papa!”
”My child, It was a Motor-Car,
A most Ingenious Toy!
Designed to Captivate and Charm
Much rather than to rouse Alarm
In any English Boy.

”What would your Great Grandfather who
Was Aide-de-Camp to General Brue,
And lost a leg at Waterloo,
And Quatre-Bras and Ligny too!
And died at Trafalgar!-
What would he have remarked to hear
His Young Descendant shriek with fear,
Because he happened to be near
A Harmless Motor-Car!
But do not fret about it! Come!
We’ll off to Town
And purchase some!”



Hilaire Belloc's other poems:
  1. Is there any reward?
  2. Jim
  3. The Catholic Sun
  4. The Statue
  5. George


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