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I was the thrall of Beauty that rejoices From peak snow diademed to regal star; Yet to mine aerie ever pierced the voices, The pregnant voices of the Things That Are. I WAS THE THRALL OF BEAUTY THAT REJOICES FROM PEAK SNOW DIADEMED TO REGAL STAR YET TO MINE ERIE EVER PIERCED THE VOICES THE PREGNANT VOICES OF THE THINGS THAT ARE
The Man from Eldorado He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, My Friends The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief; The Prospector I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight, The Black Sheep Hark to the ewe that bore him: The Telegraph Operator I will not wash my face; The Wood-Cutter The sky is like an envelope, The Song of the Mouth-Organ I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; The Trail of Ninety-Eight Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. The Ballad of Gum-Boot Ben He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim. Clancy of the Mounted Police In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear Lost "Black is the sky, but the land is white-- L'Envoi We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, To the Man of the High North My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells of Elfland chiming, Seeing the groves of Arcadie agleam.  TO THE MAN OF THE HIGH NORTH BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIBERVOX DOT WORK BY HAIDE PRICE MY RHYMES ARE ROUGH AND OFTEN IN MY RHYMING I'VE DRIFTED SILVER SAILED ON SEAS OF DREAM HEARING AFAR THE BELLS OF ELFLAND CHIMING SEEING THE GROVES OF ARCADIE AGLEAM
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