Robert William Service Poems on Joy & Excitement (122 Poems)

Grand-Pa’s Whim (Robert William Service Poems)

While for me gapes the greedy grave It don’t make sense That I should have a crazy crave To paint our fence. Yet that is what I aim to do, Though dim my sight: Jest paint them aged pickets blue, … Continue reading →

Pilgrims (Robert William Service Poems)

For oh, when the war will be over We’ll go and we’ll look for our dead; We’ll go when the bee’s on the clover, And the plume of the poppy is red: We’ll go when the year’s at its gayest, … Continue reading →

Madam La Maquise (Robert William Service Poems)

Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: “I want to take a wife mon Père,” The Marquis laughed: “Ha! Ha! And whose, my son?” he slyly said; but Hongray with a frown Cried, “Fi! Papa, I mean – … Continue reading →

The Soldier Of Fortune (Robert William Service Poems)

“Deny your God!” they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, and venom-fanged their sneers, And one man spat on me and nursed a knife. And there was I, sore wounded … Continue reading →

Orphan School (Robert William Service Poems)

Full fifty merry maids I heard One summer morn a-singing; And each was like a joyous bird With spring-clear not a-ringing. It was an old-time soldier song That held their happy voices: Oh how it’s good to swing along When … Continue reading →

Infirmities (Robert William Service Poems)

Because my teeth are feebly few I cannot bolt my grub like you, But have to chew and chew and chew As you can see; Yet every mouthful seems so good I would not haste it if I could, And … Continue reading →

At Thirty-Five (Robert William Service Poems)

Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I’ve had my flout at dusty death, I’ve had my whack of feast and fun. I’ve mocked at those who prate and preach; I’ve laughed with … Continue reading →

The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac (Robert William Service Poems)

Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An’ sez he: “Come along for a season of song, which the like ye had niver before.” Then Dogrib, an’ Slave, an’ Yellow-knife brave, an’ … Continue reading →

The Lunger (Robert William Service Poems)

Jack would laugh an’ joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin’ like a medder lark, Loaded to the Plimsoll mark With God’s sunshine was that boy; Had a strangle-holt on Joy. Held his head ‘way up in … Continue reading →

Bed Sitter (Robert William Service Poems)

He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes, That drab, untidy man; And though my clients I despise I do the best I can To comfort them with cheerful chat; (Quite comme il faut, of course) And furnish evidence so … Continue reading →