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| 3001. | My Typewriter by Robert William Service | | I used to think a pot of ink
Held magic in its fluid,
And I would ply a pen when I
Was hoary a a Druid;
But as I scratch my silver thatch
My batt... |
| 3002. | The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac by Robert William Service | | Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store;
An' sez he: "Come along for a season of song, which the like ye had niver... |
| 3003. | The Harpy by Robert William Service | | There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she;
She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three;
And she knew by ... |
| 3004. | Poor Poet by Robert William Service | | 'A man should write to please himself,'
He proudly said.
Well, see his poems on the shelf,
Dusty, unread.
When he came to my... |
| 3005. | Portrait by Robert William Service | | Because life's passing show
Is little to his mind,
There is a man I know
Indrawn from human kind.
His dearest friends are books;
... |
| 3006. | My Piney Wood by Robert William Service | | I have a tiny piney wood;
my trees are only fifty,
Yet give me shade and solitude
For they are thick and thrifty.
And every day to me they fling
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| 3007. | Over The Parapet by Robert William Service | | All day long when the shells sail over
I stand at the sandbags and take my chance;
But at night, at night I'm a reckless rover,
And over th... |
| 3008. | Portrait by Robert William Service | | Painter, would you make my picture?
Just forget the moral stricture.
Let me sit
With my belly to the table,... |
| 3009. | The Portrait by Robert William Service | | The portrait there above my bed
They tell me is a work of art;
My Wife,--since twenty years she's dead:
Her going nearly broke my heart.
Alas! No ... |
| 3010. | Poet And Peer by Robert William Service | | They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine;
The banquet hall was fit and fine,
With gracing it a Lord;
The poet came; his face was grim
To find ... |
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