Mc’Clusky’s Nell (Robert William Service Poems)
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
Ruins in Rome are four a penny, And here along the Appian Way I see the monuments of many Esteemed ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
In idle dream with pipe in hand I looked across the Square, And saw the little chapel stand In eloquent ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore; ...
I am the Cannon King, behold! I perish on a throne of gold. With forest far and turret high, Renowned ...
We couldn't sit and study for the law; The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand; For our riot blood ...
Mary and I were twenty-two When we were wed; A well-matched pair, right smart to view The town's folk said. ...
I was Mojeska's leading man And famous parts I used to play, But now I do the best I can ...
Father drank himself to death,-- Quite enjoyed it. Urged to draw a sober breath He'd avoid it. 'Save your sympathy,' ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
Of course you've heard of the Nancy Lee, and how she sailed away On her famous quest of the Arctic ...
You see that sheaf of slender books Upon the topmost shelf, At which no browser ever looks, Because they're by ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
Of all the meals that glad my day My morning one's the best; Purveyed me on a silver tray, Immaculately ...
What d'ye think, lad; what d'ye think, As the roaring crowds go by? As the banners flare and the brasses ...
The red-roofed house of dream design Looks three ways on the sea; For fifty years I've made it mine, And ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
I'm sitting by the fire tonight, The cat purrs on the rug; The room's abrim with rosy light, Suavely soft ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
It's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant, With terrapin and canvas-back and all the wine you want; ...
Black ants have made a musty mound My purple pine tree under, And I am often to be found, Regarding ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
Her smile ineffably is sweet, Devinely she is slim; Yet oh how weary are her feet, How aches her every ...
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