Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
Euthansia
... It glared and gaped, but lay quite still ...
You And Me
... Can call ourselves ourselves ...
Gipsy
... There's pride of breeding in their glance, ...
Nature's Way
... Aye, though the world with rage is rent ...
Bonehead Bill
... And then . . . I knew that I'd got mine, ...
Evenfall
... At evenfall!I play upon a simple lute, ...
Amateur Poet
... "What waste of printer's ink!"And as I gaze at them on high, ...
Old Engine Driver
... My sight along the treadless tracks, ...
Men Of The High North
... Zest of the foray, and God, how you fought!You who have made good, you foreign faring ...
The Mole
... . . When lo! his eyes were smote with flame, ...
Negress In Notre Dame
... The old Queen rightly thought that she ...
Two Husbands
... . . Though sinners with our Saints we leaven, ...
Comrades
... You, young and fit, will falter too, ...
My Madonna
... And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillaire, ...
The Junior God
... And he saw the world through the span of space ...
