The Ballad Of The Black Fox Skin (Robert William Service Poems)
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; There's money to burn in the ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
I'll wait until my money's gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn, ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, ...
He was a traveling tinker lad And I was a gypsy jade, Yet never were two so gay and glad, ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every ...
I often wonder how Life clicks because They don't make women now Like Mammy was. When broods of two or ...
The poppies that in Spring I sow, In rings of radiance gleam and glow, Like lords and ladies gay. A ...
"The spirits do not like the light," The medium said, and turned the switch; The little lady on my right ...
'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright (Oh, I remember so well, so well); I walked with my ...
I looked down on a daisied lawn To where a host of tiny eyes Of snow and gold from velvet ...
I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was, That 'Un I got so slick. I couldn't see 'is face because The ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
His portrait hung upon the wall. Oh how at us he used to stare. Each Sunday when I made my ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
"Gather around me, children dear; The wind is high and the night is cold; Closer, little ones, snuggle near; Let's ...
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