Category: Belloc

The Movement Summarized

Belloc Poem:

I

Behold, my child, the Nordic man,

And be as like him, as you can;
His legs are long, his mind is slow,
His hair is lank and made of tow.

II

And here we have the Alpine Race:

Oh! What a broad and foolish face!

His skin is of a dirty yellow.

He is a most unpleasant fellow.

III

The most degraded of them all

Mediterranean we call.

His hair is crisp, and even curls,

And he is saucy with the girls. 

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