The Robbers (Robert William Service Poems)
Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe ...
Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; There's money to burn in the ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
I'll wait until my money's gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn, ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, ...
He was a traveling tinker lad And I was a gypsy jade, Yet never were two so gay and glad, ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
The lady at the corner wicket Sold me a stamp, I stooped to lick it, And on the envelope to ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
Said Will: "I'll stay and till the land." Said Jack: "I'll sail the sea." So one went forth kit-bag in ...
I never kill a fly because I think that what we have of laws To regulate and civilize Our daily ...
. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night; There was no moon at all, at ...
"Black is the sky, but the land is white-- (O the wind, the snow and the storm!)-- Father, where is ...
Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. When wearily ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
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