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 ...
If you had the choice of two women to wed,(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)And the first from ...
The sunshine seeks my little roomTo tell me Paris streets are gay;That children cry the lily bloomAll up and down ...
We couldn't sit and study for the law; The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand; For our riot blood ...
As you gaze beyond the bay With such wanness in your eyes, You who have out-stayed your day, Seeing other ...
My Lady is dancing so lightly, The belle of the Embassy Ball; I lied as I kissed her politely, And ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
I never could imagine God: I don't suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand ...
Oh darling Eric, why did you For my fond affection sue, And then with surgeons artful aid Transform yourself into ...
"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 ...
I bought a young and lovely bride, Paying her father gold; Lamblike she rested by my side, As cold as ...
I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when ...
'A man should write to please himself,' He proudly said. Well, see his poems on the shelf, Dusty, unread. When ...
The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,--since twenty years she's dead: ...
We bore him to his boneyard lot One afternoon at three; The clergyman was on the spot To earn his ...
To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
Pedlar's coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don't you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has ...
We have no heart for civil strife, Our burdens we prefer to bear; We long to live a peaceful life ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An' sez he: "Come along ...
Because life's passing show Is little to his mind, There is a man I know Indrawn from human kind. His ...
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine; The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; ...
To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed ...
Why need we newer arms invent, Poor peoples to destroy? With what we have let's be content And perfect their ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
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