Poet Robert Service

Robert Service

Robert Service Poems

  • 101.  
    Said darling daughter unto me:
    “oh Dad, how funny it would beIf you had gone to Mexico
  • 102.  
    They must not wed the Doctor said,
    For they were far from strong,And children of their marriage bed
  • 103.  
    The Princess was of ancient line,
    Of royal race was she;Like cameo her face was fine,
  • 104.  
    It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,
    When even the worst is said.There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,
  • 105.  
    Drunk or sober Uncle Jim
    Played the boy;Never glum or sour or grim,
  • 106.  
    Cinderella in the street
    In a ragged gown,Sloven slippers on her feet,
  • 107.  
    In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear
    That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye to fear;Shall be a guardian of the right, a sleuth-hound of the trail-
  • 108.  
    Bob Briggs went in for Government,
    And helps to run the State;Some day they say he'll represent
  • 109.  
    His frown brought terror to his foes,
    But now in twilight of his daysThe pure perfection of a rose
  • 110.  
    When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty,
    And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home,Heigh-ho! She's as safe in Paris city
  • 111.  
    Say! You've struck a heap of trouble-
    Bust in business, lost your wife;No one cares a cent about you,
  • 112.  
    What puts me in a rage is
    The sight of cursed cagesWhere singers of the sky
  • 113.  
    He used to say: There ain't a doubt
    Misfortune is a bitter pill,But if you only pry it out
  • 114.  
    Three Holies sat in sacred place
    And quaffed celestial wine,As they discussed the human race
  • 115.  
    He wrote a letter in his mind
    To answer one a maid had sent;He sought the fitting word to find,
  • 116.  
    Though I defy the howling horde
    As bloody-browed I smite,Back to the wall with shattered sword
  • 117.  
    An Ancient gaffer once I knew,
    Who puffed a pipe and tossed a tankard;He claimed a hundred years or two,
  • 118.  
    “Carry your suitcase, Sir?” he said.
    I turned away to hide a grin,For he was shorter by a head
  • 119.  
    Dick's dead! It was the Polack guard
    Put powdered glass into his cageWhen I was tramping round the yard,-
  • 120.  
    Ten little brown chicks scattered and scuffled,
    Under the blue-berries hiding in fear;Mother-grouse cackling, feathers all ruffled,
  • 121.  
    Although you deem it far from nice,
    And it perchance may hurt you,Let me suggest that cowardice
  • 122.  
    I love to watch my seven cows
    In meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees;
  • 123.  
    Where are the dames I used to know
    In Dawson in the days of yore?Alas, it's fifty years ago,
  • 124.  
    Sweet maiden, why disguise
    The beauty of your eyes With glasses black?
  • 125.  
    Said I to Pain: “You would not dare
    Do ill to me.”Said Pain: “Poor fool! Why should I care
  • 126.  
    Birds have no consciousness of doom:
    Yon thrush that serenades me dailyFrom scented snow of hawthorn bloom
  • 127.  
    I am a Day . . .
    My sky is grey,My wind is wild,
  • 128.  
    'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom
    That May and I were mated;We sneaked inside and on a tomb
  • 129.  
    I

  • 130.  
    I opened wide the bath-room door,
    And all at once switched on the light,When moving swift across the floor
  • 131.  
    Old Man Death's a lousy heel who will not play the game:
    Let Graveyard yawn and doom down crash, he'll sneer and turn away.But when the sky with rapture rings and joy is like a flame,
  • 132.  
    Before the florid portico
    I watched the gamblers come and go,While by me on a bench there sat
  • 133.  
    My only medals are the scars
    I've won in weary, peacetime wars,A-fighting for my little brood,
  • 134.  
    In youth I longed to paint
    The loveliness I saw;And yet by dire constraint
  • 135.  
    I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme,
    My fancies into verse to weave;For as I walked my words would chime
  • 136.  
    Said Seeker of the skies to me:
    “Behold yon starry host ashine!When Heaven's harmony you see
  • 137.  
    As I go forth from fair to mart
    With racket ringing,Who would divine that in my heart
  • 138.  
    ‘A shilling's worth of quinine, please,'
    The customer demanded.The druggist went down on his knees
  • 139.  
    One day the Great Designer sought
    His Clerk of Birth and Death.Said he: “Two souls are in my thought,
  • 140.  
    Would it be loss or gain
    To hapless human-kindIf we could feel no pain
  • 141.  
    She said: “I am too old to play
    With dolls,” and put them all away,Into a box, one rainy day.
  • 142.  
    The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit,
    The family sat in its glow;The Mother never ceased to knit,
  • 143.  
    Don't cheer, damn you! Don't cheer!
    Silence! Your bitterest tearIs fulsomely sweet to-day. . . .
  • 144.  
    I drink my fill of foamy ale
    I sing a song, I tell a tale,I play the fiddle;
  • 145.  
    I had a dream, a dream of dread:
    I thought that horror held the house;A burglar bent above my bed,
  • 146.  
    I just think that dreams are best,
    Just to sit and fancy things; Give your gold no acid test,
  • 147.  
    God gave you guts: don't let Him down;
    Brace up, be worthy of His giving.The road's a rut, the sky's a frown;
  • 148.  
    A Frenchman and an Englishman
    Resolved to fight a duel,And hit upon a savage plan,
  • 149.  
    With barbwire hooch they filled him full,
    Till he was drunker than all hell,And then they peddled him the bull
  • 150.  
    At school I never gained a prize,
    Proving myself the model ass;Yet how I watched the wistful eyes,
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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