The Rover (Robert William Service Poems)
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
A Frenchman and an Englishman Resolved to fight a duel, And hit upon a savage plan, Because their hate was ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
An Ancient gaffer once I knew, Who puffed a pipe and tossed a tankard; He claimed a hundred years or ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore; ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
Of course you've heard of the Nancy Lee, and how she sailed away On her famous quest of the Arctic ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
It's slim and trim and bound in blue; Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold; Its words are simple, ...
I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo' cute; Though round my shack they ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
Within a pub that's off the Strand and handy to the bar, With pipe in mouth and mug in hand ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
Each day when it's anighing three Old Dick looks at the clock, Then proudly brings my stick to me To ...
Oh I am neither rich nor poor, No worker I dispoil; Yet I am glad to be secure From servitude ...
Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I'd choose me for a friend in need A ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he'd like to ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
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