Eyrie (Robert William Service Poems)
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
I never could imagine God: I don't suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness ...
An Ancient gaffer once I knew, Who puffed a pipe and tossed a tankard; He claimed a hundred years or ...
When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Because I've come to eighty odd, I must prepare to meet you, God. What should I do? I cannot pray, ...
A hundred years is a lot of living I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe, Some day if the gods ...
"Where is your little boy to-day?" I asked her at the gate. "I used to see him at his play, ...
The very skies wee black with shame, As near my moment drew; The very hour before you cam I felt ...
For failure I was well equipped And should have come to grief, By atavism grimly gripped, A fool beyond belief. ...
Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things - The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, ...
"Black is the sky, but the land is white-- (O the wind, the snow and the storm!)-- Father, where is ...
"And when I come to die," he said, "Ye shall not lay me out in state, Nor leave your laurels ...
God gave you guts: don't let Him down; Brace up, be worthy of His giving. The road's a rut, the ...
The Princess was of ancient line, Of royal race was she; Like cameo her face was fine, With sad serentiy: ...
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and ...
Of garden truck he made his fare, As his bright eyes bore witness; Health was his habit and his care, ...
My Muse is simple,--yet it's nice To think you don't need to think twice On words I write. I reckon ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking, And oh what sweet people I meet on my way! ...
I would rather drink than eat, And though I superbly sup, Food, I feel, can never beat Delectation of the ...
Would it be loss or gain To hapless human-kind If we could feel no pain Of body or of mind? ...
I Once, when a boy, I killed a cat. I guess it's just because of that A cat evokes my ...
Let us have birthdays every day, (I had the thought while I was shaving) Because a birthday should be gay, ...
I envy not those gay galoots Who count on dying in their boots; For that, to tell the sober truth ...
While I make rhymes my brother John Makes shiny shoes which dames try on, And finding to their fit and ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
Because I've eighty years and odd, And darkling is my day, I now prepare to meet my God, And for ...
A little child was sitting Up on her mother's knee And down down her cheeks the bitter tears did flow. ...
Some inherit manly beauty, Some come into worldly wealth; Some have lofty sense of duty, Others boast exultant health. Though ...
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