Dylan (Robert William Service Poems)
And is it not a gesture grand To drink oneself to death? Oh sure 'tis I can understand, Being of ...
And is it not a gesture grand To drink oneself to death? Oh sure 'tis I can understand, Being of ...
So crystal clear it is to me That when I die I cease to be, All else seems sheer stupidity. ...
Gas got me in the first World War, And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might ...
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; His halo was tilted sideways, and his ...
Up from the evil day Of wattle and of woad, Along man's weary way Dark Pain has been the goad. ...
This year an ocean trip I took, and as I am a Scot And like to get my money's worth ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid ...
You talk o' prayer an' such - Well, I jest don't know how; I guess I got as much Religion ...
'Twas in a pub in Battersea They call the "Rose and Crown," Quite suddenly, it seemed to me, The Lord ...
Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I'd choose me for a friend in need A ...
All day with brow of anxious thought The dictionary through, Amid a million words he sought The sole one that ...
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee, For though the porridge pot was full A ...
Because my eyes were none to bright Strong spectacles I bought, And lo! there sprang into my sight A life ...
Oh bear with me, for I am old And count on fingers five The years this pencil I may hold ...
My flask of wine was ruby red And swift I ran my sweet to see; With eyes that snapped delight ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
Jenny was my first sweetheart; Poor lass! she was none too smart. Though I swore she'd never rue it, She ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
For all good friends who care to read, here let me lyre my living creed . . . One: you ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
Oh how I'd be gay and glad If a little house I had, Snuggled in a shady lot, With behind ...
I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I "pig" around the place-- There's nobody to ...
I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of ...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in ...
A hundred years is a lot of living I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe, Some day if the gods ...
Black ants have made a musty mound My purple pine tree under, And I am often to be found, Regarding ...
When they shall close my careless eyes And look their last upon my face, I fear that some will say: ...
Up into the sky I stare; All the little stars I see; And I know that God is there O, ...
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