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 ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
I grabbed the new Who's Who to see My name - but it was not. Said I: "The form they ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and ...
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
"You're bloody right - I was a Red," The Man from Cook's morosely said. And if our chaps had won ...
While for me gapes the greedy grave It don't make sense That I should have a crazy crave To paint ...
"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 ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
He was a traveling tinker lad And I was a gypsy jade, Yet never were two so gay and glad, ...
Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
Oh, have you forgotten those afternoons With riot of roses and amber skies, When we thrilled to the joy of ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome Was quite a fistful as a kid; For when I visited his home, That ...
Zut! it's two o'clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack ...
I'm goin' 'ome to Blighty -- ain't I glad to 'ave the chance! I'm loaded up wiv fightin', and I've ...
I know a mountain thrilling to the stars, Peerless and pure, and pinnacled with snow; Glimpsing the golden dawn o'er ...
I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I "pig" around the place-- There's nobody to ...
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