The Soldier Of Fortune (Robert William Service Poems)
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
When a man gits on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town, An' he ain't got nothin' comin' an' ...
Don't jeer because we celebrate Armistice Day, Though thirty years of sorry fate Have passed away. Though still we gaurd ...
A prisoner speaks: Majority of twenty-three, I face the Judge with joy and glee; For am I not a lucky ...
Her smile ineffably is sweet, Devinely she is slim; Yet oh how weary are her feet, How aches her every ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
And so when he reached my bed The General made a stand: "My brave young fellow," he said, "I would ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
Never knew Jim, did you? Our boy Jim? Bless you, there was the likely lad; Supple and straight and long ...
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; His halo was tilted sideways, and his ...
(He speaks.) Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high; Striding up ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
All day with brow of anxious thought The dictionary through, Amid a million words he sought The sole one that ...
If dogs could speak, O Mademoiselle, What funny stories they could tell! For instance, take your little "peke," How awkward ...
I pawned my sick wife's wedding ring, To drink and make myself a beast. I got the most that it ...
If I could practise what I preach, Of fellows there would few be finer; If I were true to what ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
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