The Rhyme Of The Restless Ones (Robert William Service Poems)
We couldn't sit and study for the law; The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand; For our riot blood ...
We couldn't sit and study for the law; The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand; For our riot blood ...
By parents I would not be pinned, Nor in my home abide, For I was wanton as the wind And ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
That scathing word I used in scorn (Though half a century ago) Comes back to me this April morn, Like ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
She'd bring to me a skein of wool And beg me to hold out my hands; so on my pipe ...
Young man, gather gold and gear, they will wear you well; You can thumb your nose at fear, Wish the ...
To tribulations of mankind Dame Nature is indifferent; To human sorrow she is blind, And deaf to human discontent. Mid ...
Although my blood I've shed In war's red wrath, Oh how I darkly dread Its aftermath! Oh how I fear ...
Oh if it were not for my wife And family increase, How gladly would I close my life In monastery ...
You've heard of "Casey at The Bat," And "Casey's Tabble Dote"; But now it's time To write a rhyme Of ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
My stretcher is one scarlet stain, And as I tries to scrape it clean, I tell you wot -- I'm ...
(Retold in Rhyme) They threw him in a prison cell; He moaned upon his bed. And when he crept from ...
Within a pub that's off the Strand and handy to the bar, With pipe in mouth and mug in hand ...
"Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay And your pen behind your ear; Will you mark my cheque in ...
Dick's dead! It was the Polack guard Put powdered glass into his cage When I was tramping round the yard,-- ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
My garden hath a slender path With ivy overgrown, A secret place where once would pace A pot all alone; ...
Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red-meat bus out there -- How did he win his Croix de Guerre? Bless ...
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