Munition Maker (Robert William Service Poems)
I am the Cannon King, behold! I perish on a throne of gold. With forest far and turret high, Renowned ...
I am the Cannon King, behold! I perish on a throne of gold. With forest far and turret high, Renowned ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
Why need we newer arms invent, Poor peoples to destroy? With what we have let's be content And perfect their ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
If fortune had not granted me To suck the Muse's teats, I think I would have liked to be A ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
My Father Christmas passed away When I was barely seven. At twenty-one, alack-a-day, I lost my hope of heaven. Yet ...
Full well I trow that when I die Down drops the curtain; Another show is all my eye And Betty ...
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
Clorinda met me on the way As I came from the train; Her face was anything but gay, In fact, ...
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond, That dreams at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies ...
Oh, it is good to drink and sup, And then beside the kindly fire To smoke and heap the faggots ...
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; Chained all day to the ...
"If you repent," the Parson said," Your sins will be forgiven. Aye, even on your dying bed You're not too ...
I love the cheery bustle Of children round the house, The tidy maids a-hustle, The chatter of my spouse; The ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
On silver sand where ripples curled I counted sea-gulls seven; Shy, secret screened from all the world, And innocent as ...
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay, I hope that it won't ...
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee, For though the porridge pot was full A ...
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; His halo was tilted sideways, and his ...
Unpenitent, I grieve to state, Two good men stood by heaven's gate, Saint Peter coming to await. The stopped the ...
(He speaks.) Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high; Striding up ...
The Junior God looked from his place In the conning towers of heaven, And he saw the world through the ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
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