Poetical Works Of Robert William Service

Poem Suppose? by Robert William Service.
It's mighty nice at shut of dayWith weariness to hit the hey,To close your eyes, tired through and through,And just forget that "you are you."It's mighty sweet to wake againWhen sunshine floods the window pain;I ...

Poem My Picture by Robert William Service.
I made a picture; all my heartI put in it, and all I knewOf canvas-cunning and of Art,Of tenderness and passion true.A worshipped Master came to see;Oh he was kind and gentle, too.He studied it ...

Poem Florrie by Robert William Service.
Because I was a wonton wild And welcomed many a lover,Who is the father of my child I wish I could discover.For though I know it is ...

Poem My Mate by Robert William Service.
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im.(Look out there, lad! That sniper -- 'e's a dysey when 'e shoots; ...

Poem Pullman Porter by Robert William Service.
The porter in the Pullman carWas charming, as they sometimes are.He scanned my baggage tags: "Are youThe man who wrote of Lady Lou?"When I said "yes" he made a fuss -Oh, he was most assiduous;And ...

Poem Failure by Robert William Service.
He wrote a play; by day and nightHe strove with passion and delight;Yet knew, long ere the curtain drop,His drama was a sorry flop.In Parliament he sought a seat;Election Day brought dire defeat;Yet he had ...

Poem Rose Leaves by Robert William Service.
When they shall close my careless eyesAnd look their last upon my face,I fear that some will say: "her lies A man of deep disgrace;His thoughts were bare, ...

Poem Politeness by Robert William Service.
The English and the French were metUpon the field of future battle;The foes were formidably setAnd waiting for the guns to rattle;When from the serried ranks of FranceThe English saw with woeful presageUnder a flaming ...

Poem The Outlaw by Robert William Service.
A wild and woeful race he ranOf lust and sin by land and sea;Until, abhorred of God and man,They swung him from the gallows-tree.And then he climbed the Starry Stair,And dumb and naked and alone,With ...

Poem Gignol by Robert William Service.
Addict of Punch and Judy shows I was when I was small;My kiddy laughter, I suppose, Rang louder than them all.The Judge with banter I would bait, ...