Pilgrims (Robert William Service Poems)
For oh, when the war will be over We'll go and we'll look for our dead; We'll go when the ...
For oh, when the war will be over We'll go and we'll look for our dead; We'll go when the ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
When you have sailed the seven seas And looped the ends of earth, You'll long at last for slippered ease ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
Jack would laugh an' joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin' like a medder lark, Loaded to ...
Between the cliff-rise and the beach A slip of emerald I own; With fig and olive, almond, peach, cherry and ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
Why need we newer arms invent, Poor peoples to destroy? With what we have let's be content And perfect their ...
He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes, That drab, untidy man; And though my clients I despise I do ...
Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she: "Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
Moko, the Educated Ape is here, The pet of vaudeville, so the posters say, And every night the gaping people ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; There's money to burn in the ...
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 ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
I never could imagine God: I don't suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
We couldn't sit and study for the law; The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand; For our riot blood ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
When twenty-one I loved to dream, And was to loafing well inclined; Somehow I couldn't get up steam To welcome ...
I never thought that Bill could say A proper prayer; 'Twas more in his hard-bitten way To cuss and swear; ...
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories