The Missal Makers (Robert William Service Poems)
To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed ...
To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed ...
I grabbed the new Who's Who to see My name - but it was not. Said I: "The form they ...
I've wearied of so many things Adored in youthful days; Music no more my spirit wings, E'en when Master play. ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
Because life's passing show Is little to his mind, There is a man I know Indrawn from human kind. His ...
'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf, A forty volume row; And every one I wrote myself, But that, of ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
"Gather around me, children dear; The wind is high and the night is cold; Closer, little ones, snuggle near; Let's ...
Said he: "You saw the Master clear; By Rushy Pond alone he sat, Serene and silent as a seer, in ...
If on isle of the sea I have to tarry, With one book, let it be A Dictionary. For though ...
I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my ...
I am a mild man, you'll agree, But red my rage is, When folks who borrow books from me Turn ...
Before I drink myself to death, God, let me finish up my Book! At night, I fear, I fight for ...
Ah me! How hard is destiny! If we could only know. . . . I bought my son from Sicily ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
Behold! I'm old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night ...
A thousand books my library Contains; And all are primed, it seems to me With brains. Mine are so few ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
Oh, it's pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he'd like to ...
A pote is sure a goofy guy; He ain't got guts like you or I To tell the score; He ...
Oh how I'd be gay and glad If a little house I had, Snuggled in a shady lot, With behind ...
Ever in the ebb and flow Of my dreams that come and go, Reader, I have you in mind, Humbly ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the ...
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