Grin (Robert William Service Poems)
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about -- Grin. If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're ...
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, ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Today I opened wide my eyes, And stared with wonder and surprise, To see beneath November skies An apple blossom ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
For all good friends who care to read, here let me lyre my living creed . . . One: you ...
Young man, gather gold and gear, they will wear you well; You can thumb your nose at fear, Wish the ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
I'm one of these haphazard chaps Who sit in cafes drinking; A most improper taste, perhaps, Yet pleasant, to my ...
When I blink sunshine in my eyes And hail the amber morn, Before the rosy dew-drop dries With sparkle on ...
The Princess was of ancient line, Of royal race was she; Like cameo her face was fine, With sad serentiy: ...
I've sung of Violet de Vere, that slinky, minky dame, Of Gertie of the Diamond Tooth, and Touch-the-Button Nell, And ...
The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit, The family sat in its glow; The Mother never ceased to knit, ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
A fat man sat in an orchestra stall and his cheeks were wet with tears, As he gazed at the ...
Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things - The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, ...
What have we done, Oh Lord, that we Are evil starred? How have we erred and sinned to be So ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes -- do you wonder ...
When I am old and worse for wear I want to buy a rocking-chair, And set it on a porch ...
I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two), For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
From out her shabby rain-coat pocket The little Jew girl in the train Produced a dinted silver locket With pasted ...
She was so wonderful I wondered If wedding me she had not blundered; She was so pure, so high above ...
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