May Miracle (Robert William Service Poems)
On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such ...
On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
I'll wait until my money's gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn, ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
When you have sailed the seven seas And looped the ends of earth, You'll long at last for slippered ease ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
(The French "Tommy"). Oh, some of us lolled in the chateau, And some of us slinked in the slum; But ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
A very humble pen I ply Beneath a cottage thatch; And in the sunny hours I try To till my ...
"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 ...
And is it not a gesture grand To drink oneself to death? Oh sure 'tis I can understand, Being of ...
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; Chained all day to the ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
Dusting my books I spent a busy day: Not ancient toes, time-hallowed and unread, but modern volumes, classics in their ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
When a man gits on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town, An' he ain't got nothin' comin' an' ...
Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; ...
Gas got me in the first World War, And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might ...
On the tide you ride head high, Like a whale 'mid little fishes; I should envy you as I Help ...
He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he'd like to ...
The General now lives in town; He's eighty odd, they say; You'll see him strolling up and down The Prada ...
He gave a picture exhibition, Hiring a little empty shop. Above its window: FREE ADMISSION Cajoled the passers-by to stop; ...
What man has not betrayed Some sacred trust? If haply you are made Of honest dust, Vaunt not of glory ...
Striving is life, yet life is striving; I fight to live, yet live to fight; The vital urge is in ...
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