Our Hero (Robert William Service Poems)
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
We have no heart for civil strife, Our burdens we prefer to bear; We long to live a peaceful life ...
Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice; Aye, Parson says it's wrong, Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice With Women, ...
Full fifty merry maids I heard One summer morn a-singing; And each was like a joyous bird With spring-clear not ...
I have a tiny piney wood; my trees are only fifty, Yet give me shade and solitude For they are ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting ...
There will be a singing in your heart, There will be a rapture in your eyes; You will be a ...
Blind Peter Piper used to play All up and down the city; I'd often meet him on my way, And ...
O Sacred Muse, my lyre excuse! - My verse is vagrant singing; Rhyme I invoke for simple folk Of penny-wise ...
I love the cheery bustle Of children round the house, The tidy maids a-hustle, The chatter of my spouse; The ...
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But ...
Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; ...
As I go forth from fair to mart With racket ringing, Who would divine that in my heart Mad larks ...
A grey gull hovered overhead, Then wisely flew away. 'In half a jiffy you'll be dead,' I thought I heard ...
When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten, I'll buy a boat and sail away upon ...
This crowded life of God's good giving No man has relished more than I; I've been so goldarned busy living ...
Some inherit manly beauty, Some come into worldly wealth; Some have lofty sense of duty, Others boast exultant health. Though ...
My neighbour has a field of wheat And I a rood of vine; And he will give me bread to ...
The humble garret where I dwell Is in that Quarter called the Latin; It isn't spacious -- truth to tell, ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
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