For no one, in our long decline,So dusty, spiteful and divided,Had quite such pleasant friends as mine,Or loved them half as much as I did. [stanza 3]The library was most inviting:The books upon the crowded shelvesWere mainly of our private writing:We kept a school and taught ourselves. [stanza 15]From quiet homes and first beginning,Out to the undiscovered ends,Theres nothing worth the wear of winning,But laughter and the love of friends. [stanza 22]You do retain the song we set,And how it rises, trips and scans?You keep the sacred memory yet,Republicans? Republicans?[stanza 36]
The control of the production of wealth is the control of human life itself. - Hilaire Belloc
The control of the production of wealth is the control of human life itself.
- Hilaire Belloc
It has been discovered that with a dull urban population, all formed under a mechanical system of State education, a suggestion or command, however s… - Hilaire Belloc
It has been discovered that with a dull urban population, all formed under a mechanical system of State education, a suggestion or command, however s…
The Church is a perpetually defeated thing that always outlives her conquerers. - Hilaire Belloc
The Church is a perpetually defeated thing that always outlives her conquerers.
Time after time mankind is driven against the rocks of the horrid reality of a fallen creation. And time after time mankind must learn the hard lesso… - Hilaire Belloc
Time after time mankind is driven against the rocks of the horrid reality of a fallen creation. And time after time mankind must learn the hard lesso…
The grace of God is courtesy. - Hilaire Belloc
The grace of God is courtesy.
When the mass of families in a State are without property, then those who were once citizens become virtually slaves. The more the State steps in to … - Hilaire Belloc
When the mass of families in a State are without property, then those who were once citizens become virtually slaves. The more the State steps in to …
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read. - Hilaire Belloc
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
For every time she shouted "Fire!" They only answered "Little liar!" And therefore when her aunt returned, Matilda, and the house, were burned. - Hilaire Belloc
For every time she shouted "Fire!" They only answered "Little liar!" And therefore when her aunt returned, Matilda, and the house, were burned.
The propaganda of Communism throughout the world, in organization and direction is in the hands of Jewish agents. As for anyone who does not know tha… - Hilaire Belloc
The propaganda of Communism throughout the world, in organization and direction is in the hands of Jewish agents. As for anyone who does not know tha…
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