The Ballad Of The Black Fox Skin (Robert William Service Poems)
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
That scathing word I used in scorn (Though half a century ago) Comes back to me this April morn, Like ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand ...
To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary ...
In a strange town in a far land They met amid a throng; They stared, they could not understand How ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
A Wintertide we had been wed When Jan went off to sea; And now the laurel rose is red And ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
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 ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
Oh happy he who cannot see With scientific eyes; Who does not know how flowers grow, And is not planet ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
Just think! some night the stars will gleam Upon a cold, grey stone, And trace a name with silver beam, ...
Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
My days are haunted by the thought Of men in coils of Justice caught With stone and steel, in chain ...
When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the ...
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire ...
It's mighty nice at shut of day With weariness to hit the hey, To close your eyes, tired through and ...
"Gather around me, children dear; The wind is high and the night is cold; Closer, little ones, snuggle near; Let's ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
Clorinda met me on the way As I came from the train; Her face was anything but gay, In fact, ...
I greet the challenge of the dawn With weary, bleary eyes; Into the sky so ashen wan I wait the ...
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