The Host (Robert William Service Poems)
I never could imagine God: I don't suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness ...
I never could imagine God: I don't suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness ...
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 ...
On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such ...
We bore him to his boneyard lot One afternoon at three; The clergyman was on the spot To earn his ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand ...
"I'll do the old dump in a day," He told me in his brittle way. "Two more, I guess, I'll ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
While for me gapes the greedy grave It don't make sense That I should have a crazy crave To paint ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
Men have navels more or less; Some are neat, some not Being fat I must confess Mine is far from ...
Before the florid portico I watched the gamblers come and go, While by me on a bench there sat A ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome Was quite a fistful as a kid; For when I visited his home, That ...
Today I opened wide my eyes, And stared with wonder and surprise, To see beneath November skies An apple blossom ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
Dames should be doomed to dungeons Who masticate raw onions. She was the cuddly kind of Miss A man can ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
I think the things I own and love Acquire a sense of me, That gives them value far above The ...
A wild and woeful race he ran Of lust and sin by land and sea; Until, abhorred of God and ...
What d'ye think, lad; what d'ye think, As the roaring crowds go by? As the banners flare and the brasses ...
Three gentlemen live close beside me -- A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide me, A ...
Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave. Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight. All ...
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