Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
A Casualty
... . . . So, lad, go slow,And please remember, he doesn't know ...
Cowardice
... And many a man is chaste because ...
My Garret
... Ah! though to-night ten sous are all my treasure, ...
To A Tycoon
... Of hearts that bleed: ...
The Damned
... Drained grey of hope, dead souls of self-slain,-- ...
The Other One
... And they cup their chins in their hands and stare ...
My Rival
... For they were just like flint and steel ...
The Song Of The Soldier-Born
... . . . There's the Flag upflung to the stars, though it streams in tatters ...
Armistice Day (1953)
... For France cannot defend to-day ...
At The Parade
... God, let me cheer!But no, despite the glee ...
Death And Life
... It's quite all right, no doubt we'll wed, ...
Old Codger
... . . His name was--Robert Service: let ...
Words
... For though I love life's scene, ...
Expectation
... . . . I saw her face drain white with dread, ...
The Actor
... He babbled: 'Sweet, you play at death ...
