At Thirty-Five (Robert William Service Poems)
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, ...
To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary ...
I don't think men of eighty odd Should let a surgeon operate; Better to pray for peace with God, And ...
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
An Ancient gaffer once I knew, Who puffed a pipe and tossed a tankard; He claimed a hundred years or ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
He had the grocer's counter-stoop, That little man so grey and neat; His moustache had a doleful droop, He hailed ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
I never could imagine God: I don't suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness ...
The Countess sprawled beside the sea As naked a she well could be; Indeed her only garments were A "G" ...
In the Northland there were three Pukka Pliers of the pen; Two of them had Fame in fee And were ...
First Ghost To sepulcher my mouldy bones I bough a pile of noble stones, And half a year a sculptor ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
In a strange town in a far land They met amid a throng; They stared, they could not understand How ...
Mary and I were twenty-two When we were wed; A well-matched pair, right smart to view The town's folk said. ...
Poets may praise a wattle thatch Doubtfully waterproof; Let me uplift my lowly latch Beneath a rose-tiled roof. Let it ...
"You're bloody right - I was a Red," The Man from Cook's morosely said. And if our chaps had won ...
Father drank himself to death,-- Quite enjoyed it. Urged to draw a sober breath He'd avoid it. 'Save your sympathy,' ...
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