Athabaska Dick (Robert William Service Poems)
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
Said the Door: "She came in With no shadow of sin; Turned the key in the lock, Slipped out of ...
A very humble pen I ply Beneath a cottage thatch; And in the sunny hours I try To till my ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
For oh, when the war will be over We'll go and we'll look for our dead; We'll go when the ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
"Where is your little boy to-day?" I asked her at the gate. "I used to see him at his play, ...
The night before I left Milan A mob jammed the Cathedral Square, And high the tide of passion ran As ...
When we might make with happy heart This world a paradise, With bombs we blast brave men apart, With napalm ...
Said he: "I'll dive deep in the Past, And write a book of direful days When summer skies were overcast ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in ...
No matter how he toil and strive The fate of every man alive With luck will be to lie alone, ...
Gas got me in the first World War, And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
Don't jeer because we celebrate Armistice Day, Though thirty years of sorry fate Have passed away. Though still we gaurd ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
Being a gaoler I'm supposed To be a hard-boiled guy; Yet never prison walls enclosed A kinder soul than I: ...
Each morning as I catch my bus, A-fearing I'll be late, I think: there are in all of us Two ...
I wish I had a simple style In writing verse, As in his prose had Ernie Pyle, So true and ...
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid ...
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our ...
Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
Is it because I'm bent and grey, Though wearing rather well, That I can slickly get away With all the ...
What I seek far yet seldom find Is large simplicity of mind In fellow men; For I have sprouted from ...
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