Externalism (Robert William Service Poems)
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
Between the cliff-rise and the beach A slip of emerald I own; With fig and olive, almond, peach, cherry and ...
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven ...
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
I have a tiny piney wood; my trees are only fifty, Yet give me shade and solitude For they are ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
Could Fate ordain a lot for me Beyond all human ills, I think that I would choose to be A ...
Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe ...
Son put a poser up to me That made me scratch my head: "God made the whole wide world," quoth ...
When I was with a Shakespeare show I played the part of Guildenstern, Or Rosenkrantz - at least I know ...
. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night; There was no moon at all, at ...
I'm scared of it all, God's truth! so I am; It's too big and brutal for me. My nerve's on ...
A prisoner speaks: Majority of twenty-three, I face the Judge with joy and glee; For am I not a lucky ...
Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas nothing but the thrumming Of a wood-pecker a-rapping on the ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
I like to look at fishermen And oftentimes I wish One would be lucky now and then And catch a ...
When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten, I'll buy a boat and sail away upon ...
In stilly grove beside the sea He mingles colours, measures space; A bronze and breezy man is he, Yet peace ...
My garden robin in the Spring Was rapturous with glee, And followed me with wistful wing From pear to apple ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
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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