Robert William Service Poems (842 Poems)
The Ape And I (Robert William Service Poems)
Said a monkey unto me: “How I’m glad I am not you! See, I swing from tree to tree, Something that you cannot do. In gay greenery I drown; Swift to skyey hights I scale: As you watch me hang … Continue reading
Making Good (Robert William Service Poems)
No man can be a failure if he thinks he’s a success; he may not own his roof-tree overhead, He may be on his uppers and have hocked his evening dress – (Financially speaking – in the red) He may … Continue reading
Les Grands Mutiles (Robert William Service Poems)
I saw three wounded of the war: And the first had lost his eyes; And the second went on wheels and had No legs below the thighs; And the face of the third was featureless, And his mouth ran cornerwise. … Continue reading
The Homicide (Robert William Service Poems)
They say she speeded wanton wild When she was warm with wine; And so she killed a little child, (Could have been yours or mine). The Judge’s verdict was not mild, And heavy was the fine. And yet I see … Continue reading
The Ballad Of Hard-Luck Henry (Robert William Service Poems)
Now wouldn’t you expect to find a man an awful crank That’s staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every one a blank; That’s followed every fool stampede, and seen the rise and fall Of camps where men got gold … Continue reading
Poor Peter (Robert William Service Poems)
Blind Peter Piper used to play All up and down the city; I’d often meet him on my way, And throw a coin for pity. But all amid his sparkling tones His ear was quick as any To catch upon … Continue reading
The Aftermath (Robert William Service Poems)
Although my blood I’ve shed In war’s red wrath, Oh how I darkly dread Its aftermath! Oh how I fear the day Of my release, When I must face the fray Of phoney peace! When I must fend again In … Continue reading
O Lovely Lie (Robert William Service Poems)
I told a truth, a tragic truth That tore the sullen sky; A million shuddered at my sooth And anarchist was I. Red righteousness was in my word To winnow evil chaff; Yet while I swung crusading sword I heard … Continue reading
The Sceptic (Robert William Service Poems)
My Father Christmas passed away When I was barely seven. At twenty-one, alack-a-day, I lost my hope of heaven. Yet not in either lies the curse: The hell of it’s because I don’t know which loss hurt the worse – … Continue reading
Premonition (Robert William Service Poems)
‘Twas a year ago and the moon was bright (Oh, I remember so well, so well); I walked with my love in a sea of light, And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell. And sudden the moon … Continue reading
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