Eyrie (Robert William Service Poems)
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine; The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; ...
Poets may praise a wattle thatch Doubtfully waterproof; Let me uplift my lowly latch Beneath a rose-tiled roof. Let it ...
Moko, the Educated Ape is here, The pet of vaudeville, so the posters say, And every night the gaping people ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr Grandfather's father would repair With Bobby Burns, a drouthy pair, The glass ...
And is it not a gesture grand To drink oneself to death? Oh sure 'tis I can understand, Being of ...
A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove, I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to ...
Zut! it's two o'clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack ...
I'm one of these haphazard chaps Who sit in cafes drinking; A most improper taste, perhaps, Yet pleasant, to my ...
He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he'd like to ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
Three gentlemen live close beside me -- A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide me, A ...
My Louis loved me oh so well And spiered me for his wife; He would have haled me from the ...
Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of ...
"Let's make him a sailor," said Father, "And he will adventure the sea." "A soldier," said Mother, "is rather What ...
Some inherit manly beauty, Some come into worldly wealth; Some have lofty sense of duty, Others boast exultant health. Though ...
So easy 'tis to make a rhyme, That did the world but know it, Your coachman might Parnassus climb, Your ...
I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games, Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn ...
A child saw in the morning skies The dissipated-looking moon, And opened wide her big blue eyes, And cried: "Look, ...
The humble garret where I dwell Is in that Quarter called the Latin; It isn't spacious -- truth to tell, ...
Alas! I am only a rhymer, I don't know the meaning of Art; But I learned in my little school ...
My Muse is simple,--yet it's nice To think you don't need to think twice On words I write. I reckon ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
'Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's ...
I've often wondered why Old chaps who choose to die In evil passes, Before themselves they slay, Invariably they Take ...
I think I'll buy a little field, Though scant am I of pelf, And hold the hope that it may ...
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