Milking Time (Robert William Service Poems)
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
Between the cliff-rise and the beach A slip of emerald I own; With fig and olive, almond, peach, cherry and ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red-meat bus out there -- How did he win his Croix de Guerre? Bless ...
We'd left the sea-gulls long behind, And we were almost in mid-ocean; The sky was soft and blue and kind, ...
I wish that I could understand The moving marvel of my Hand; I watch my fingers turn and twist, The ...
There's sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, ...
Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things - The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, ...
I watched one day a parrot grey - 'twas in a barber shop. "Cuckold!" he cried, until I sighed: "You ...
I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my ...
. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night; There was no moon at all, at ...
No lyric line I ever penned The praise this parasitic bird; And what is more, I don't intend To write ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
A beggar in the street I saw, Who held a hand like withered claw, As cold as clay; But as ...
'Twas on an iron, icy day I saw a pirate gull down-plane, And hover in a wistful way Nigh where ...
When you come home I'll not be round To welcome you. They'll take you to a grassy mound So neat ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
Birds have no consciousness of doom: Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloom Would not ...
To-day within a grog-shop near I saw a newly captured linnet, Who beat against his cage in fear, And fell ...
School yourself to savour most Joys that have but little cost; Prove the best of life is free, Sun and ...
I bought a cuckoo clock And glad was I To hear its tick and tock, Its dulcet cry. But Jones, ...
If on isle of the sea I have to tarry, With one book, let it be A Dictionary. For though ...
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -- Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about ...
I never kill a fly because I think that what we have of laws To regulate and civilize Our daily ...
Something's wrong in Pigeon-land; 'Tisn't as it used to be, When the pilgrim, corn in hand, Courted us with laughing ...
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; The Wanderlust ...
O meadow lark, so wild and free, It cannot be, it cannot be, That men to merchandise your spell Do ...
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