Pilgrims (Robert William Service Poems)
For oh, when the war will be over We'll go and we'll look for our dead; We'll go when the ...
For oh, when the war will be over We'll go and we'll look for our dead; We'll go when the ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
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 ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
First Ghost To sepulcher my mouldy bones I bough a pile of noble stones, And half a year a sculptor ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
My garden robin in the Spring Was rapturous with glee, And followed me with wistful wing From pear to apple ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I "pig" around the place-- There's nobody to ...
The lady at the corner wicket Sold me a stamp, I stooped to lick it, And on the envelope to ...
Oh happy he who cannot see With scientific eyes; Who does not know how flowers grow, And is not planet ...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in ...
Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
Today I opened wide my eyes, And stared with wonder and surprise, To see beneath November skies An apple blossom ...
When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten, I'll buy a boat and sail away upon ...
Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave. Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight. All ...
When I blink sunshine in my eyes And hail the amber morn, Before the rosy dew-drop dries With sparkle on ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
The poppies that in Spring I sow, In rings of radiance gleam and glow, Like lords and ladies gay. A ...
Her smile ineffably is sweet, Devinely she is slim; Yet oh how weary are her feet, How aches her every ...
For supper we had curried tripe. I washed the dishes, wound the clock; Then for awhile I smoked my pipe ...
Why should I be the first to fall Of all the leaves on this old tree? Though sadly soon I ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
The daughter of the village Maire Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful; She throws upon me such ...
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