Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
The Return
... "I knew that you would come," she said, ...
Mc'Clusky's Nell
... For there they stood like chunks o' wood, forgettin' how to swear, ...
My Prisoner
... . . ." "In war," says I, "that makes no blurry odds ...
Infirmities
... And prove the last of life's the best, ...
Rover's Rest
... It scares me now to think of how ...
At Thirty-Five
... By primrose paths to Thirty-five!And those who matched me in the race, ...
Babette
... She's faultless in form and in feature, ...
My Typewriter
... For you I've tapped - it's time you rapped ...
The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac
... So solemn they sat, an' they smoked an' they spat, but their eyes sort o' glistened an' shone ...
The Heart Of The Sourdough
... nes in my heart-strings!I'm sick to death of your well-groomed gods, your make believe and your show ...
The Lunger
... Happy Jack! Oh, Happy Jack!Then one night the singin' stopped ...
The Widow
... And while they praise the surgeon's skill, ...
Seville
... Now having lapsed from fair estate, ...
Ruins
... Still serve the peasants for their swine, ...
The Harpy
... head a lamp of red I sit me down and waitUntil they come, the nightly scum, with drunken eyes aflame ...
