Henry (Robert William Service Poems)
Mary and I were twenty-two When we were wed; A well-matched pair, right smart to view The town's folk said. ...
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,' ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every ...
If we could roll back History A century, let's say, And start from there, I'm sure that we Would find ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
Don't jeer because we celebrate Armistice Day, Though thirty years of sorry fate Have passed away. Though still we gaurd ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
Three gentlemen live close beside me -- A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide me, A ...
The very skies wee black with shame, As near my moment drew; The very hour before you cam I felt ...
I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my ...
A pote is sure a goofy guy; He ain't got guts like you or I To tell the score; He ...
Of garden truck he made his fare, As his bright eyes bore witness; Health was his habit and his care, ...
For all good friends who care to read, here let me lyre my living creed . . . One: you ...
I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I "pig" around the place-- There's nobody to ...
I have a house I've lived in long: I can't recall my going in. 'Twere better bartered for a song ...
Up in my garret bleak and bare I tilted back on my broken chair, And my three old pals were ...
To-day within a grog-shop near I saw a newly captured linnet, Who beat against his cage in fear, And fell ...
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -- Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about ...
Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern, And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to ...
I drink my fill of foamy ale I sing a song, I tell a tale, I play the fiddle; My ...
And is it not a gesture grand To drink oneself to death? Oh sure 'tis I can understand, Being of ...
Striving is life, yet life is striving; I fight to live, yet live to fight; The vital urge is in ...
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and ...
I sing no idle songs of dalliance days, No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming; I have no Celia to enchant ...
Within a pub that's off the Strand and handy to the bar, With pipe in mouth and mug in hand ...
My only medals are the scars I've won in weary, peacetime wars, A-fighting for my little brood, To win them ...
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