Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
My Job
... I ain't much good at writin' notes, but here goes: "Dearest Mother, ...
Sensitive Burglar
... Disgusting face!'A tear the tender burglar shed, ...
Cows
... Friend, there's a hope for me and you: ...
Raising The Flag
... but middle-class, well clad though dimly, ...
Belated Conscience
... Gulped down with guilt suggestion, ...
To A Stuffed Shirt
... Strip the pants off, call the bluff, ...
The Macaronis
... " But Teutons are a warrior race ...
Artist
... His paintings went - they still are selling ...
Reverence
... Thought I: We have no cause for sorrow ...
The Defeated
... With broken blade--Then will the Lord look down ...
A Song Of Sixty-Five
... And I'll have earned the right to rest where folding hills are green ...
My Hour
... How sadly swift the moments go!Oh, golden hour! 'twixt love and duty, ...
Sinister Sooth
... Aye, sudden leaping in my sight ...
The Death Of Marie Toro
... nk her dreams were of the old Boul' Mich',And yet I'm sure within her heart she loved us best of all ...
Warsaw
... . . . O splendid soldier, by the last lone train, ...
