Eyrie (Robert William Service Poems)
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
I have a tiny piney wood; my trees are only fifty, Yet give me shade and solitude For they are ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
Could Fate ordain a lot for me Beyond all human ills, I think that I would choose to be A ...
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 ...
Between the cliff-rise and the beach A slip of emerald I own; With fig and olive, almond, peach, cherry and ...
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven ...
In stilly grove beside the sea He mingles colours, measures space; A bronze and breezy man is he, Yet peace ...
My garden robin in the Spring Was rapturous with glee, And followed me with wistful wing From pear to apple ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
I was a seed that fell In silver dew; And nobody could tell, For no one knew; No one could ...
Be honest, kindly, simple, true; Seek good in all, scorn but pretence; Whatever sorrow come to you, Believe in Life's ...
As home from church we two did plod, "Grandpa," said Rosy, "What is God?" Seeking an answer to her mind, ...
Bill has left his house of clay, Slammed the door and gone away: How he laughed but yesterday! I had ...
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But ...
Said a monkey unto me: "How I'm glad I am not you! See, I swing from tree to tree, Something ...
Birds have no consciousness of doom: Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloom Would not ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
The waves have a story to tell me, As I lie on the lonely beach; Chanting aloft in the pine-tops, ...
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