Cows (Robert William Service Poems)
I love to watch my seven cows In meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees; But even more I love ...
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 ...
A beggar in the street I saw, Who held a hand like withered claw, As cold as clay; But as ...
Because my eyes were none to bright Strong spectacles I bought, And lo! there sprang into my sight A life ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Just think! some night the stars will gleam Upon a cold, grey stone, And trace a name with silver beam, ...
They say she speeded wanton wild When she was warm with wine; And so she killed a little child, (Could ...
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay, I hope that it won't ...
Birds have no consciousness of doom: Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloom Would not ...
Said he: "I'll dive deep in the Past, And write a book of direful days When summer skies were overcast ...
Life, you've been mighty good to me, Yet here's the end of the trail; No more mountain, moor and sea, ...
My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three, My life collection of rare postage stamps; My room is cold and ...
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 ...
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