Externalism (Robert William Service Poems)
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice; Aye, Parson says it's wrong, Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice With Women, ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
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 ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine; The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
They say she speeded wanton wild When she was warm with wine; And so she killed a little child, (Could ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
And is it not a gesture grand To drink oneself to death? Oh sure 'tis I can understand, Being of ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
(Retold in Rhyme) They threw him in a prison cell; He moaned upon his bed. And when he crept from ...
I'm goin' 'ome to Blighty -- ain't I glad to 'ave the chance! I'm loaded up wiv fightin', and I've ...
I wish I had a simple style In writing verse, As in his prose had Ernie Pyle, So true and ...
Oh how I'd be gay and glad If a little house I had, Snuggled in a shady lot, With behind ...
I dreamed I saw three demi-gods who in a cafe sat, And one was small and crapulous, and one was ...
It's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant, With terrapin and canvas-back and all the wine you want; ...
If on water and sweet bread Seven years I'll add to life, For me will no blood be shed, No ...
I asked of ancient gaffers three The way of their ripe living, And this is what they told to me ...
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
Dusting my books I spent a busy day: Not ancient toes, time-hallowed and unread, but modern volumes, classics in their ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
My flask of wine was ruby red And swift I ran my sweet to see; With eyes that snapped delight ...
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