Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
Fore-Warning
... I'd rather be the Court buffoon than its most high-browed sage: ...
Lindy Lou
... He would step down from his throne, ...
Belated Bard
... Though four-score years I count to-night ...
The Ballad Of Lenin's Tomb
... . . and is. They tell you he's a mummy - don't you make that bright mistake: ...
Romance
... And they will ask: "How have you spent your ...
Bill's Grave
... When 'e stares through the bleedin' clods and sees the blossoms of Jim and me ...
The Last Supper
... . . .'Tis a poisoned wine that your palate lips, ...
Fleurette
... Mon frère, comme je suis heureuse!"So over the blanket's rim ...
Prayer
... Wi' peace . . . Oh, God don't care ...
Sailor Son
... Bird, bee and bloom, they'll greet you all ...
My Hundred Books
... Mine are so few I scratch in thought ...
Dark Truth
... . . . Oh bird and beast, with joy, elance ...
Bank Robber
... Who handles what is known as 'soup,' ...
Conqueror
... Aye, though they mock my broken blade, ...
Bill The Bomber
... And we passed the Boche first trenches, which was 'eapin' 'igh with dead, ...
