Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
Dark Glasses
... Young man, would you ...
The Hinterland
... With primal fear our lives are fraught, ...
Innocence
... Let me not be a bearded sage ...
The Comforter
... There fluttered round and round my head ...
Ambition
... They pulled his teeth so white and sound ...
The Ghosts
... aven't long to live: I never told you -- forgive, forgive!"For a long, long time Brown did not speak ...
The Absinthe Drinkers
... "You're right," said he, "but there are traits (oh, this you must allow) ...
Freethinker
... As far as your concerned ...
Relax
... And fold your hands as if in prayer, ...
Sentimental Shark
... . . Yet though I hate my guts its true ...
Birds Of A Feather
... But O what feet of clay!Well, all are dust, of fame bereft ...
Death Of A Cockroach
... Sire, though the coup de grâce you give, ...
Highland Hospitality
... . . Slip half an hour between the sheets, ...
The Trapper's Christmas Eve
... take to-night The backward trail of fifty year ...
A Grain Of Sand
... Just think! A million gods or so ...
