Robert W. (Robert William) Service
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Wherever He Laid His Hat
Rhymes of a Rolling StoneRobert W. (Robert William) Service I just think that dreams are best,Just to sit and fancy things;Give your gold no acid test,Try not how your silver rings;Fancy women pure and good,Fancy men upright and true:Fortressed in your solitude,Let Life be a dream to you. For I think that Thought is all;Truth’s Continue reading
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Stare At Me Well
Ballads of a CheechakoRobert W. (Robert William) Service You know these Yukon eggs of ours–some pink, some green, some blue–A dollar per, assorted tints, assorted flavors too.The supercilious cheechako might designate them high,But one acquires a taste for them and likes them by-and-by.Well, Hard-Luck Henry took this egg and held it to the light,And there Continue reading
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God Was Tired When He Made It
The Spell of the Yukon and Other VersesRobert W. (Robert William) Service The music almost died away … then it burst like a pent-up flood;And it seemed to say, “Repay, repay,” and my eyes were blind with blood.The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,And the lust awoke Continue reading
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