Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
The Whistle Of Sandy McGraw
... "I'll -- no -- play -- nae -- mair ----" feebly doon frae his hand ...
Barb-Wire Bill
... And though no saint on earth, d'ye think -- Bill's squared hisself with Heaven ...
Externalism
... Your programme can be packed with pleasure ...
Forward
... On stretchers stiff and bleared with blood ...
Bird Sanctuary
... My fruit trees are their treasure trove, ...
Pavement Poet
... "And then the Beak looks down and says: ...
Florrie
... Though virtue hurt you vice ain't nice ...
Man Child
... With terror in my eyes:For down he sinks upon the sand, ...
Vain Venture
... I scrimped and scraped, as cent by cent ...
A Plea
... Dear God, the brave days give us back, ...
Florentine Pilgrim
... Well, it don't matter what you've seen - ...
The Bulls
... Six bulls are dragged across the sand ...
Include Me Out
... . . Darn! It was plain as day ...
Atoll
... The green corn springs, the gilt vine clings, ...
Missis Moriarty's Boy
... Her timper's so swate that you nivver would tell she'd be losin' her only child ...
