Fighting Mac (Robert William Service Poems)
A Life TragedyA pistol shot rings round and round the world;In pitiful defeat a warrior lies.A last defiance to dark ...
A Life TragedyA pistol shot rings round and round the world;In pitiful defeat a warrior lies.A last defiance to dark ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
I am a Day . . . My sky is grey, My wind is wild, My sea high-piled: In year ...
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: ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
A Life Tragedy A pistol shot rings round and round the world; In pitiful defeat a warrior lies. A last ...
My Lady is dancing so lightly, The belle of the Embassy Ball; I lied as I kissed her politely, And ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
Through eyelet holes I watched the crowd Rain of confetti fling; Their joy is lush, their laughter loud, For Carnival ...
The lady at the corner wicket Sold me a stamp, I stooped to lick it, And on the envelope to ...
I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King; I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the ...
It hurts my pride that I should be The issue of a night of lust; Yet even Bishops, you'll agree, ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
My daughter Jane makes dresses For beautiful Princesses; But though she's plain is Jane, Of needlework she's vain, And makes ...
I know a mountain thrilling to the stars, Peerless and pure, and pinnacled with snow; Glimpsing the golden dawn o'er ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
Here is my Garret up five flights of stairs; Here's where I deal in dreams and ply in fancies, Here ...
I cannot flap a flag Or beat a drum; Behind the mob I lag With larynx dumb; Alas! I fear ...
Oh you who have daring deeds to tell! And you who have felt Ambition's spell! Have you heard of the ...
Her smile ineffably is sweet, Devinely she is slim; Yet oh how weary are her feet, How aches her every ...
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