That priest sounds like quite a character! Belloc has, I think, a really remarkable ear for light verse - Beerbohm perhaps comes to mind, who beneath this publisher's byline -
In London, at the Bodley Head; New York, Charles Scribner's Sons -
added: This little line, when nicely read, iambically runs.
Belloc was also an intermittent antisemite, or as Wikipedia puts it: "Belloc's writings were at times supportive of anti-Semitism and other times condemnatory of it."
He wrote verses on the gruesome fates of fictional aristocrats, like Jim above, eaten by a lion, and on animals:
I had an Aunt in Yucatan
Who bought a Python from a man
And kept it for a pet.
She died, because she never knew
These simple little rules and few; —
The snake is living yet.
Like Edgar Lee Masters, he's an Edwardian contemporary of Robinson. Frost also had high praise for Robinson, it seems only fair to say, and Frost I like very much indeed.
Cheers,
John
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