The Portrait (Robert William Service Poems)
The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,--since twenty years she's dead: ...
The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,--since twenty years she's dead: ...
One day the Great Designer sought His Clerk of Birth and Death. Said he: "Two souls are in my thought, ...
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf, A forty volume row; And every one I wrote myself, But that, of ...
I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
Here lyeth one Who loved the sun; Who lived with zest, Whose work was done, Reward, dear Lord, Thy weary ...
He was my one and only love; My world was mirror for his face. We were as close as hand ...
Toil's a tunnel, there's no way out For fellows, the like o' me; A beggar wi' only a crust an' ...
Said he: "I'll dive deep in the Past, And write a book of direful days When summer skies were overcast ...
I sing no idle songs of dalliance days, No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming; I have no Celia to enchant ...
A-sittin' in the Bull and Pump With double gins to keep us cheery Says she to me, says Polly Crump" ...
When twenty-one I loved to dream, And was to loafing well inclined; Somehow I couldn't get up steam To welcome ...
Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern, And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
Gas got me in the first World War, And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might ...
Oh how I'd be gay and glad If a little house I had, Snuggled in a shady lot, With behind ...
When young I was an Atheist, Yea, pompous as a pigeon No opportunity I missed To satirize religion. I sneered ...
I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme, My fancies into verse to weave; For as I walked my words would ...
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay, I hope that it won't ...
The porter in the Pullman car Was charming, as they sometimes are. He scanned my baggage tags: "Are you The ...
Mother focused with a frown The part of me where I sit down. Said she: "Your pants are wearing through; ...
I wonder if successful men Are always happy? And do they sing with gusto when Springtime is sappy? Although I ...
Your children grow from you apart, Afar and still afar; And yet it should rejoice your heart To see how ...
Each day I live I thank the Lord I do the work I love; And in it find a rich ...
My brother Jim's a millionaire, while I have scarce a penny; His face is creased with lines of care, While ...
Let laureates sing with rapturous swing Of the wonder and glory of work; Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeach ...
Drunk or sober Uncle Jim Played the boy; Never glum or sour or grim, Oozin' joy. Most folks thought he ...
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