Breton Wife (Robert William Service Poems)
A Wintertide we had been wed When Jan went off to sea; And now the laurel rose is red And ...
A Wintertide we had been wed When Jan went off to sea; And now the laurel rose is red And ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
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 ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
That scathing word I used in scorn (Though half a century ago) Comes back to me this April morn, Like ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand ...
To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary ...
In a strange town in a far land They met amid a throng; They stared, they could not understand How ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
I ran a nail into my hand, The wound was hard to heal; So bitter was the pain to stand ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim. He asked me for a grubstake, and the same ...
Up from the evil day Of wattle and of woad, Along man's weary way Dark Pain has been the goad. ...
God dwells in you; in pride and shame, In all you do to blight or bless; In all you are ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
I dreamed I saw three demi-gods who in a cafe sat, And one was small and crapulous, and one was ...
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the ...
Each New Year's Eve I used to brood On my misdoings of the past, And vowed: "This year I'll be ...
What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged ...
What have we done, Oh Lord, that we Are evil starred? How have we erred and sinned to be So ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
I sat her in her baby chair, And set upon its tray Her kewpie doll and teddy bear, But no, ...
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; Chained all day to the ...
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