Matilda Who Told Such Dreadful Lies . . . . by Hilaire BellocFound this book in the library today and found some things about it (besides the content itself) disturbing for a few reasons: One, it was right next to the Madeline books, my favorites growing up, and two, Matilda is my nickname, so...yeah.
Of course it rhymed, playing at charming while creeping me out. Just look at the cat on the title page! That was my reaction to the whole book: bug-eyed and slightly terrified.
While I do see the moral, the fact that Matildas shouting Fire! and the rest of the people reply Little Liar! while walking right next to her obviously burning house was the creepiest part of the book.
I would not read this to a child under the age of ten for fear of scarring them for life. But an interested book to laugh at.
Matilda- Who Told Lies, and was Burned to Death
Matilda Who Told Lies and Was Burned to Death
Belloc was also an orator, poet, sailor, satirist, writer of letters, soldier, and political activist. His Catholic faith had a strong impact on his works. He was a noted disputant, with a number of long-running feuds, but also widely regarded as a humane and sympathetic man. Belloc became a naturalised British subject in while retaining his French citizenship. His writings encompassed religious poetry and comic verse for children. His widely sold Cautionary Tales for Children included "Jim, who ran away from his nurse, and was eaten by a lion" and "Matilda, who told lies and was burnt to death".
Lycidas by John Milton last section of the poem Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. Thus sang the uncouth swain to th'oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray; He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay. And now the sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropped into the western bay; At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue: Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
I think people who are totally lacking in humour.. Matilda fan. Of all the poems and stories that she passed on to me when I was young, this was my favorite. I agree with Nancy: it's a poem about actions and consequences. I never thought it was "violent. I've never read such a load of politically correct nonsense as the last two comments.
Comments & analysis: Matilda told such Dreadful Lies, / It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;.
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