An Olive Fire (Robert William Service Poems)
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
I'll wait until my money's gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn, ...
There will be a singing in your heart, There will be a rapture in your eyes; You will be a ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
I have a house I've lived in long: I can't recall my going in. 'Twere better bartered for a song ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
"Black is the sky, but the land is white-- (O the wind, the snow and the storm!)-- Father, where is ...
He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he'd like to ...
I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
Her baby was so full of glee, And through the day It laughed and babbled on her knee In happy ...
When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
The Dreamer visioned Life as it might be, And from his dream forthright a picture grew, A painting all the ...
It's mighty nice at shut of day With weariness to hit the hey, To close your eyes, tired through and ...
Being a gaoler I'm supposed To be a hard-boiled guy; Yet never prison walls enclosed A kinder soul than I: ...
Oh Lip-Stick Liz was in the biz, That's the oldest known in history; She had a lot of fancy rags, ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
When I am dead I will not care How future generations fare, For I will be so unaware. Though fields ...
Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. When wearily ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
Zut! it's two o'clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
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