Cardiac (Robert William Service Poems)
A mattock high he swung; I watched him at his toil; With never gulp of lung He gashed the ruddy ...
A mattock high he swung; I watched him at his toil; With never gulp of lung He gashed the ruddy ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
My Pa and Ma their honeymoon Passed in an Andulasian June, And though produced in Drury Lane, I must have ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
When young I was an Atheist, Yea, pompous as a pigeon No opportunity I missed To satirize religion. I sneered ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
Three gentlemen live close beside me -- A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide me, A ...
Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing; I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod; The rich loam upturning ...
My days are haunted by the thought Of men in coils of Justice caught With stone and steel, in chain ...
"I'm taking pen in hand this night, and hard it is for me; My poor old fingers tremble so, my ...
Time, the Jester, jeers at you; Your life's a fleeting breath; Your birthday's flimsy I.O.U. To that old devil, Death. ...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant; Wail of the pines and a wind with the ...
I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I "pig" around the place-- There's nobody to ...
What I seek far yet seldom find Is large simplicity of mind In fellow men; For I have sprouted from ...
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -- Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about ...
What man has not betrayed Some sacred trust? If haply you are made Of honest dust, Vaunt not of glory ...
If on water and sweet bread Seven years I'll add to life, For me will no blood be shed, No ...
I'm crawlin' out in the mangolds to bury wot's left o' Joe -- Joe, my pal, and a good un ...
Twin boys I bore, my joy, my care, My hope, my life they were to me; Their father, dashing, debonair, ...
I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, ...
My daughter Susie, aged two, Apes me in every way, For as my household chores I do With brooms she ...
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight, A-purpose to revisit the old claim. I kept thinking mighty ...
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about -- Grin. If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're ...
I knew three sisters,--all were sweet; Wishful to wed was I, And wondered which would mostly meet The matrimonial tie. ...
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad, On this glittering morn of May?" "I'm going to join the Colours, ...
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