Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
Lowly Laureate
... Through gutter-grime be in my rhyme, ...
Dylan
... Strange mortals blind to bitter blame, ...
Horatio
... She seemed to me,--well, just a tart: ...
A Domestic Tragedy
... Has all gone up in smoke!"She shook her head ...
Oh, It Is Good
... That here on earth our feet have trod ...
Domestic Scene
... BUTThe Mother:"Ah me! this hard lump in my breast ...
The Wonderer
... With pride I think: "It's mine! It's mine!"Then there's the wonder of my Eyes, ...
The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe
... What if the hands are worn and torn that strew our path with flowers! ...
Wonder
... I could not play a stalwart part ...
Retired
... The young folks tell me: "Grandpa, please, ...
A Little Prayer
... Let us be thankful, Lord of Life, for these!Let us be praiseful, Sire, for simple sights ...
Repentance
... . to-morrow. To-morrow and to-morrow went, ...
Good-Bye, Little Cabin
... To dwell in you, cabin, once more!How cold, still and lonely, how weary you seem! ...
Balloon
... She laughed and babbled with delight, ...
The Centenarian
... . . For in my mouth I found today-- ...
