The Logger (Robert William Service Poems)
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
Moko, the Educated Ape is here, The pet of vaudeville, so the posters say, And every night the gaping people ...
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; There's money to burn in the ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
In a strange town in a far land They met amid a throng; They stared, they could not understand How ...
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; ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine; The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; ...
A Frenchman and an Englishman Resolved to fight a duel, And hit upon a savage plan, Because their hate was ...
Said a monkey unto me: "How I'm glad I am not you! See, I swing from tree to tree, Something ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim. He asked me for a grubstake, and the same ...
My Daddy used to wallop me for every small offense: "Its takes a hair-brush back," said he, "to teach kids ...
Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost: "Mate with me in the Tomb; Then day by day the rancid host May ...
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im. (Look out ...
The waves have a story to tell me, As I lie on the lonely beach; Chanting aloft in the pine-tops, ...
Behold! the Spanish flag they're raising Before the Palace courtyard gate; To watch its progress bold and blazing Two hundred ...
There's a cry from out the loneliness -- oh, listen, Honey, listen! Do you hear it, do you fear it, ...
You've heard of "Casey at The Bat," And "Casey's Tabble Dote"; But now it's time To write a rhyme Of ...
Italian people peaceful are,-- Let it be to their credit. They mostly fail to win a war, --Oh they themselves ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
His portrait hung upon the wall. Oh how at us he used to stare. Each Sunday when I made my ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
She lay like a saint on her copper couch; Like an angel asleep she lay, In the stare of the ...
Beneath the trees I lounged at ease And watched them speed the pace; They swerved and swung, they clutched and ...
I was in Warsaw when the first bomb fell; I was in Warsaw when the Terror came - Havoc and ...
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