Robert William Service
Born in January 16, 1874 / Died in September 11, 1958 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Robert William Service
The Palace
... Weary men would wave their shovels ...
The Pines
... ss pine was the first to come, and the pine will be last to go!We pillar the halls of perfumed gloom ...
The Squaw Man
... The peaks are bright against the blue, and drenched with sunset wine, ...
May Miracle
... While the blind man, his sight restored, ...
Red-Tiled Roof
... And smoke my pipe and sit aloof ...
Finnigan's Finish
... Ten minutes more with hoots and jeers ...
Little Puddleton
... And I am heart-faint from the fight, and claim the right to rest, ...
Alias Bill
... And just a wreath, the one he bought: "To Father Dear ...
The Missal Makers
... But oh how rare!So writers of today take note, ...
No Sourdough
... My shooting's so damn bad, you see ...
Old Ed
... "When you're tangled with care till you're up in the air, ...
Elementalist
... And fly with fearsome wings, ...
The Robbers
... My fig tree will be bleak and bare, ...
My Chapel
... Poor folks will come, our altar live ...
My Favourite Fan
... . . You see, My arms and legs are paralyzed: ...
