Cardiac (Robert William Service Poems)
A mattock high he swung; I watched him at his toil; With never gulp of lung He gashed the ruddy ...
A mattock high he swung; I watched him at his toil; With never gulp of lung He gashed the ruddy ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
My Pa and Ma their honeymoon Passed in an Andulasian June, And though produced in Drury Lane, I must have ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
If on water and sweet bread Seven years I'll add to life, For me will no blood be shed, No ...
I'm crawlin' out in the mangolds to bury wot's left o' Joe -- Joe, my pal, and a good un ...
Twin boys I bore, my joy, my care, My hope, my life they were to me; Their father, dashing, debonair, ...
I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, ...
My daughter Susie, aged two, Apes me in every way, For as my household chores I do With brooms she ...
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight, A-purpose to revisit the old claim. I kept thinking mighty ...
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about -- Grin. If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're ...
I knew three sisters,--all were sweet; Wishful to wed was I, And wondered which would mostly meet The matrimonial tie. ...
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad, On this glittering morn of May?" "I'm going to join the Colours, ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Today I opened wide my eyes, And stared with wonder and surprise, To see beneath November skies An apple blossom ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
For all good friends who care to read, here let me lyre my living creed . . . One: you ...
Young man, gather gold and gear, they will wear you well; You can thumb your nose at fear, Wish the ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
I'm one of these haphazard chaps Who sit in cafes drinking; A most improper taste, perhaps, Yet pleasant, to my ...
When I blink sunshine in my eyes And hail the amber morn, Before the rosy dew-drop dries With sparkle on ...
The Princess was of ancient line, Of royal race was she; Like cameo her face was fine, With sad serentiy: ...
I've sung of Violet de Vere, that slinky, minky dame, Of Gertie of the Diamond Tooth, and Touch-the-Button Nell, And ...
The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit, The family sat in its glow; The Mother never ceased to knit, ...
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