While The Bannock Bakes (Robert William Service Poems)
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies ...
Tell me, Tramp, where I may go To be free from human woe; Say where I may hope to find ...
My garden hath a slender path With ivy overgrown, A secret place where once would pace A pot all alone; ...
I've got a little job on 'and, the time is drawin' nigh; At seven by the Captain's watch I'm due ...
Be honest, kindly, simple, true; Seek good in all, scorn but pretence; Whatever sorrow come to you, Believe in Life's ...
Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale ...
When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten, I'll buy a boat and sail away upon ...
There lies the trail to Sunnydale, Amid the lure of laughter. Oh, how can we unhappy be Beneath its leafy ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
A wild and woeful race he ran Of lust and sin by land and sea; Until, abhorred of God and ...
I love to watch my seven cows In meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees; But even more I love ...
I knew three sisters,--all were sweet; Wishful to wed was I, And wondered which would mostly meet The matrimonial tie. ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad, On this glittering morn of May?" "I'm going to join the Colours, ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
Oh, have you forgotten those afternoons With riot of roses and amber skies, When we thrilled to the joy of ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
Some poets sing of scenery; Some to fair maids make sonnets sweet. A fig for love and greenery, Be mine ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
Here in the Autumn of my days My life is mellowed in a haze. Unpleasant sights are none to clear, ...
Gas got me in the first World War, And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might ...
It was foretold by sybils three that in an air crash he would die. "I'll fool their prophesy," said he; ...
Because my eyes were none to bright Strong spectacles I bought, And lo! there sprang into my sight A life ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
(The Dark Side) My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out, Eight days of hunger, ...
Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave. Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight. All ...
Rosemary has of dolls a dozen, Yet she disdains them all; While Marie Rose, her pauper cousin Has just an ...
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