Seville (Robert William Service Poems)
My Pa and Ma their honeymoon Passed in an Andulasian June, And though produced in Drury Lane, I must have ...
My Pa and Ma their honeymoon Passed in an Andulasian June, And though produced in Drury Lane, I must have ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
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? ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
Between the cliff-rise and the beach A slip of emerald I own; With fig and olive, almond, peach, cherry and ...
He had the grocer's counter-stoop, That little man so grey and neat; His moustache had a doleful droop, He hailed ...
I asked a silver sage With race nigh run: 'Tell me in old of age Your wisdom won?' Said he: ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
Of course you've heard of the Nancy Lee, and how she sailed away On her famous quest of the Arctic ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
Of all the meals that glad my day My morning one's the best; Purveyed me on a silver tray, Immaculately ...
(The Dark Side) My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out, Eight days of hunger, ...
I was a seed that fell In silver dew; And nobody could tell, For no one knew; No one could ...
. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night; There was no moon at all, at ...
Two men I saw reel from a bar And stumble down the street; Coarse and uncouth as workmen are, They ...
'Twas on an iron, icy day I saw a pirate gull down-plane, And hover in a wistful way Nigh where ...
Oh, have you forgotten those afternoons With riot of roses and amber skies, When we thrilled to the joy of ...
The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and ...
Selecting in the dining-room The silver of his choice, The burglar heard from chamber gloom A female voice. As cold ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of ...
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But ...
When I was cub reporter I Would interview the Great, And sometimes they would make reply, And sometimes hesitate; But ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
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