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 ...
If you had the choice of two women to wed,(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)And the first from ...
The sunshine seeks my little roomTo tell me Paris streets are gay;That children cry the lily bloomAll up and down ...
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore; ...
When you have sailed the seven seas And looped the ends of earth, You'll long at last for slippered ease ...
They turned him loose; he bowed his head, A felon, bent and grey. His face was even as the Dead, ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
He had the grocer's counter-stoop, That little man so grey and neat; His moustache had a doleful droop, He hailed ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
One day the Great Designer sought His Clerk of Birth and Death. Said he: "Two souls are in my thought, ...
Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice; Aye, Parson says it's wrong, Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice With Women, ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes, That drab, untidy man; And though my clients I despise I do ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
I've wearied of so many things Adored in youthful days; Music no more my spirit wings, E'en when Master play. ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
Mary and I were twenty-two When we were wed; A well-matched pair, right smart to view The town's folk said. ...
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
I asked a silver sage With race nigh run: 'Tell me in old of age Your wisdom won?' Said he: ...
I'll wait until my money's gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn, ...
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