Barb-Wire Bill (Robert William Service Poems)
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
Why need we newer arms invent, Poor peoples to destroy? With what we have let's be content And perfect their ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
If fortune had not granted me To suck the Muse's teats, I think I would have liked to be A ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
I am the Cannon King, behold! I perish on a throne of gold. With forest far and turret high, Renowned ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
If she met him or he met her, I knew that something must occur; For they were just like flint ...
It's mighty nice at shut of day With weariness to hit the hey, To close your eyes, tired through and ...
'Twas in a pub just off the Strand When I was in my cups, There passed a bloke with in ...
Three maids there were in meadow bright, The eldest less then seven; Their eyes were dancing with delight, And innocent ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
When we might make with happy heart This world a paradise, With bombs we blast brave men apart, With napalm ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
'God' is composed of letters three, But if you put an 'l' Before the last it seems to me A ...
He took the grade in second - quite a climb, Dizzy and dangerous, yet how sublime! The road went up ...
My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three, My life collection of rare postage stamps; My room is cold and ...
The God of Scribes looked down and saw The bitter band of seven, Who had outraged his holy law And ...
Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below, When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit Into ...
What man has not betrayed Some sacred trust? If haply you are made Of honest dust, Vaunt not of glory ...
I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the ...
'Twas in a pub in Battersea They call the "Rose and Crown," Quite suddenly, it seemed to me, The Lord ...
Mad Maria in the Square Sits upon a wicker chair. When the keeper asks the price Mad Maria counts her ...
Here in the Autumn of my days My life is mellowed in a haze. Unpleasant sights are none to clear, ...
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