The Scribe’s Prayer (Robert William Service Poems)
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
I'll wait until my money's gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn, ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
What man has not betrayed Some sacred trust? If haply you are made Of honest dust, Vaunt not of glory ...
I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, ...
Unpenitent, I grieve to state, Two good men stood by heaven's gate, Saint Peter coming to await. The stopped the ...
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our ...
A prisoner speaks: Majority of twenty-three, I face the Judge with joy and glee; For am I not a lucky ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
Because I've eighty years and odd, And darkling is my day, I now prepare to meet my God, And for ...
Deeming that I were better dead, "How shall I kill myself?" I said. Thus mooning by the river Seine I ...
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear; Only the black tide weltering, only the hissing snow; ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
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 ...
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