Mazie’s Ghost (Robert William Service Poems)
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
In the Northland there were three Pukka Pliers of the pen; Two of them had Fame in fee And were ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
I bought a young and lovely bride, Paying her father gold; Lamblike she rested by my side, As cold as ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
Because my teeth are feebly few I cannot bolt my grub like you, But have to chew and chew and ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
My Lady is dancing so lightly, The belle of the Embassy Ball; I lied as I kissed her politely, And ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
First Ghost To sepulcher my mouldy bones I bough a pile of noble stones, And half a year a sculptor ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such ...
I was a seed that fell In silver dew; And nobody could tell, For no one knew; No one could ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. ...
First time I dared propose, A callow lad was I; I donned my Sunday clothes, I wore my Old School ...
"Sow your wild oats in your youth," so we're always told; But I say with deeper sooth: "Sow them when ...
Three gentlemen live close beside me -- A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide me, A ...
Till midnight her needle she plied To finish her pretty pink dress; "Oh, bless you, my darling," she sighed; "I ...
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee, For though the porridge pot was full A ...
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad, On this glittering morn of May?" "I'm going to join the Colours, ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
Young man, gather gold and gear, they will wear you well; You can thumb your nose at fear, Wish the ...
You see that sheaf of slender books Upon the topmost shelf, At which no browser ever looks, Because they're by ...
Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave. Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight. All ...
Oh bear with me, for I am old And count on fingers five The years this pencil I may hold ...
When I blink sunshine in my eyes And hail the amber morn, Before the rosy dew-drop dries With sparkle on ...
What d'ye think, lad; what d'ye think, As the roaring crowds go by? As the banners flare and the brasses ...
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