On The Wire (Robert William Service Poems)
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
Black ants have made a musty mound My purple pine tree under, And I am often to be found, Regarding ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer, I've been abroad for over a year; Seen a helluva lot since then, ...
If on water and sweet bread Seven years I'll add to life, For me will no blood be shed, No ...
Don't cheer, damn you! Don't cheer! Silence! Your bitterest tear Is fulsomely sweet to-day. . . . Down on your ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
I like to look at fishermen And oftentimes I wish One would be lucky now and then And catch a ...
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
Oh you who are shy of the popular eye, (Though most of us seek to survive it) Just think of ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he'd like to ...
Of twin daughters I'm the mother - Lord! how I was proud of them; Each the image of the other, ...
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; The Wanderlust ...
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