Afternoon Tea (Robert W Service Poems)
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;Cows weren't allowed in ...
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;Cows weren't allowed in ...
Ere the last light that leaps the night has hung and shone and died,While yet the breast-high fog of dawn ...
In this war the Hun has brought us,Some have learnt to make returns out,Some have learnt to write out orders.Some ...
Lying in dug-outs, joking idly, wearily;Watching the candle guttering in the draught;Hearing the great shells go high over us, eerilySinging; ...
Same old trenches, same old view,Same old rats as blooming tame,Same old dug-outs, nothing new,Same old smell, the very same,Same ...
I 'ave a conversation book, I brought it out from 'ome;It tells the French for knife and fork, an' likewise ...
On Vimy Ridge four months agoWe lived and fought, my friends and I,And watched the kindly dawn come slow,Peace bringing ...
Same old trenches, same old view,Same old rats as blooming tame,Same old dug-outs, nothing new,Same old smell, the very same,Same ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
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