On The Wire (Robert William Service Poems)
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
He had the grocer's counter-stoop, That little man so grey and neat; His moustache had a doleful droop, He hailed ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
One day the Great Designer sought His Clerk of Birth and Death. Said he: "Two souls are in my thought, ...
Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice; Aye, Parson says it's wrong, Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice With Women, ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes, That drab, untidy man; And though my clients I despise I do ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
I've wearied of so many things Adored in youthful days; Music no more my spirit wings, E'en when Master play. ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
Mary and I were twenty-two When we were wed; A well-matched pair, right smart to view The town's folk said. ...
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
I asked a silver sage With race nigh run: 'Tell me in old of age Your wisdom won?' Said he: ...
I'll wait until my money's gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn, ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the ...
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad, On this glittering morn of May?" "I'm going to join the Colours, ...
They say she speeded wanton wild When she was warm with wine; And so she killed a little child, (Could ...
O Sacred Muse, my lyre excuse! - My verse is vagrant singing; Rhyme I invoke for simple folk Of penny-wise ...
I sought Him on the purple seas, I sought Him on the peaks aflame; Amid the gloom of giant trees ...
Said he: "You saw the Master clear; By Rushy Pond alone he sat, Serene and silent as a seer, in ...
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