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1. internetpoem.com › robert-service › white-christmas-poemWhite Christmas Poem by Robert Service - InternetPoem.com

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   2 giorni fa · My folks think I'm a serving maid Each time I visit home; They do not dream I ply a trade As old as Greece or Rome; For if they found I'd fouled their name And was not white as snow, I'm sure that the

2. internetpoem.com › robert-service › book-lover-poemBook Lover Poem by Robert Service - InternetPoem.com

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   4 giorni fa · I pick and dip and scan; Then put them back, distrest that I. Am such a busy man. Now, there's my Boswell and my Sterne, my Gibbon and Defoe; To savour Swift I'll never learn, Montaigne I may not know. On Bacon I will never sup, For Shakespeare I've no time;

3. internetpoem.com › robert-service › my-house-poemMy House Poem by Robert Service - InternetPoem.com

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   3 giorni fa · The honest earth from which it came, Reclaim it as is only juts. For when at last I close the door, And turn the key and go away, I deed my house forever more. To silence, sleep and slow decay. My house is old beyond repair, And soon I must abandon it, A poor ghost, seeking everywhere.

4. internetpoem.com › robert-service › the-stretcher-bearer-poemThe Stretcher-bearer Poem by Robert Service - InternetPoem.com

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   2 lug 2024 · My stretcher is one scarlet stain, And as I tries to scrape it clean, I tell you wot-I'm sick with pain For all I've 'eard, for all I've seen; Around me is the 'ellish night, And as the war's re

5. internetpoem.com › robert-service › the-song-of-the-wage-poemThe Song Of The Wage-slave Poem by Robert Service -...

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   3 giorni fa · The Song Of The Wage-slave. When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay, I hope that it won't be hell- fire, as some of the parsons say. And I hope that it won't be heaven, with some of the parsons I've met-. All I want is just quiet, just to rest and forget. Look at my face, toil-furrowed; look at my calloused hands;

6. internetpoem.com › robert-service › home-and-love-poemHome And Love Poem by Robert Service - InternetPoem.com

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   1 giorno fa · If you win one you must have two, Both Home and Love. And if you've both, well then I'm sure. You ought to sing the whole day long; It doesn't matter if you're poor. With these to make divine your song. And so I praisefully repeat, When angels talk in Heaven above, There are no words more simply sweet.

7. internetpoem.com › robert-service › the-song-of-the-sold-poemThe Song Of The Soldier-born Poem by Robert Service -...

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   6 giorni fa · The trade of a soldier's the only trade worth plying; The death of a soldier's the only death worth dying. So let me go and leave your safety behind me; Go to the spaces of hazard where nothing shall bind me; Go till the word is War-and then you will find me. Then you will call me and claim me because you will need me; Cheer me and gird me and ...