Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
The Petit Vieux
... Won't I be a hoary old sinner in their eyes!Watch me, how I'll learn to chaff barmaids in a bar ...
At Eighty Years
... Of memory!Ye proud ones of the earth ...
Causation
... Though half the world I've wandered through ...
My Dog's My Boss
... The death of his desire!He gazed at me with eyes of woe ...
Our Pote
... * * * * * * * * * *Well, since them final lines I wrote, ...
L'Escargot D'Or
... Here Wilde would talk and Synge would muse, ...
The Boola-Boola Maid
... her he-man, Though she still dreams of a She-man, As she sings this song with glee: Chorus: ...
L'Envoi
... Please you, lift this little book, ...
The Release
... Our wondrous wings are arched for flying ...
An Epicure
... And nice white mice, conserved in honey ...
Pipe Smoker
... With cheery point of view, ...
The Lone Trail
... And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze, ...
To Frank Dodd
... (Oh, small the blame!) ...
Trees Against The Sky
... . . . So I gaze and I know now why ...
Apollo Belvedere
... They have us licked, I thought, an' stood wi' mingled gloom an' cheer ...
