Little Puddleton (Robert William Service Poems)
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
Father drank himself to death,-- Quite enjoyed it. Urged to draw a sober breath He'd avoid it. 'Save your sympathy,' ...
Before the florid portico I watched the gamblers come and go, While by me on a bench there sat A ...
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
Jack would laugh an' joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin' like a medder lark, Loaded to ...
The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,--since twenty years she's dead: ...
'Twas in a village in Lorraine Whose name I quite forget, I found I needfully was fain To buy a ...
Poets may praise a wattle thatch Doubtfully waterproof; Let me uplift my lowly latch Beneath a rose-tiled roof. Let it ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
In city shop a hat I saw That to my fancy seemed to strike, I gave my wage to buy ...
The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. ...
When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the ...
In Paris on a morn of May I sent a radio transalantic To catch a steamer on the way, But ...
The Porch was blazoned with geranium bloom; Myrtle and jasmine meadows lit the lea; With rose and violet the vale's ...
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire ...
I'm gatherin' flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill; I've sneaked away from the billet, 'cause ...
From off my calendar today A leaf I tear; So swiftly passes smiling May Without a care. And now the ...
Till midnight her needle she plied To finish her pretty pink dress; "Oh, bless you, my darling," she sighed; "I ...
Oh, it's pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. ...
Because I've come to eighty odd, I must prepare to meet you, God. What should I do? I cannot pray, ...
Young man, gather gold and gear, they will wear you well; You can thumb your nose at fear, Wish the ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
Upspoke the culprit at the bar, Conducting his own case: 'Your Lordship, I have gone to far, But grant me ...
Here in the Autumn of my days My life is mellowed in a haze. Unpleasant sights are none to clear, ...
Full well I trow that when I die Down drops the curtain; Another show is all my eye And Betty ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
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