Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
Ripe Fruit
... Through vice and dice and dope and drink ...
The Trail Of No Return
... Such paths of peril I have trod: ...
Patches
... It, too, adorned with straw-bright patches ...
Lottery Ticket
... Oh how I've scrimped and scraped to buy ...
Marie Antoinette
... --Her curls dripped gore ...
The Womb
... Behold in Pain the force ...
Bill's Prayer
... Aye, down upon his bended knees ...
Gods In The Gutter
... . . Oh gods of light divine!Oh Baudelaire, Verlaine and Wilde, they knew the sinks of shame ...
Young Mother
... Then as she longed for it to sleep, ...
Fool Faith
... " Said he: "Design is just a thought ...
Surtax
... Without a care.His bread and milk and tea ...
Poor Kid
... ''Tis strange,' I once heard nurse remark, ...
Simplicity
... . . Now tell me friend, if in your eyes, ...
Contentment
... --Soon we fatten graveyard mould, ...
The Blood-Red Fourragere
... And his cheeks were stung with tears!Then at last he turned from the woeful tree, ...
