Fighting Mac (Robert William Service Poems)
A Life TragedyA pistol shot rings round and round the world;In pitiful defeat a warrior lies.A last defiance to dark ...
A Life TragedyA pistol shot rings round and round the world;In pitiful defeat a warrior lies.A last defiance to dark ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven ...
A Life Tragedy A pistol shot rings round and round the world; In pitiful defeat a warrior lies. A last ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
We have no aspiration vain For paradise Utopian, And here in our sun-happy Spain, Though man exploit his fellow man, ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
In a strange town in a far land They met amid a throng; They stared, they could not understand How ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
Pedlar's coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don't you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
Because life's passing show Is little to his mind, There is a man I know Indrawn from human kind. His ...
A very humble pen I ply Beneath a cottage thatch; And in the sunny hours I try To till my ...
My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in ...
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 ...
Folk ask if I'm alive, Most think I'm not; Yet gaily I contrive To till my plot. The world its ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
Be honest, kindly, simple, true; Seek good in all, scorn but pretence; Whatever sorrow come to you, Believe in Life's ...
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
"Tell Annie I'll be home in time To help her with her Christmas-tree." That's what he wrote, and hark! the ...
There once was a Square, such a square little Square, And he loved a trim Triangle; But she was a ...
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