Robert Service Poems

  • 501.  
    When I was small the Lord appeared
    Unto my mental eyeA gentle giant with a beard
  • 502.  
    In idle dream with pipe in hand
    I looked across the Square,And saw the little chapel stand
  • 503.  
    A hundred years is a lot of living
    I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe,Some day if the gods are good in giving,
  • 504.  
    “A year to live,” the Doctor said;
    “There is no cure,” and shook his head.Ah me! I felt as good as dead.
  • 505.  
    From off my calendar today
    A leaf I tear;So swiftly passes smiling May
  • 506.  
    While I make rhymes my brother John
    Makes shiny shoes which dames try on,And finding to their fit and stance
  • 507.  
    My Boss keeps sporty girls, they say;
    His belly's big with cheer.He squanders in a single day
  • 508.  
    Before I drink myself to death,
    God, let me finish up my Book!At night, I fear, I fight for breath,
  • 509.  
    I never killed a bear because
    I always thought them critters was So kindo' cute;
  • 510.  
    When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit
    And told me it ‘ad to be smothered wiv gore;But blimey! I ‘aven't been able to stain it,
  • 511.  
    A barefoot boy I went to school
    To save a cobbler's fee,For though the porridge pot was full
  • 512.  
    O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,
    And in the west, all tremulous, a star;And soothing sweet she hears the mellow tune
  • 513.  
    He was my best and oldest friend.
    I'd known him all my life.And yet I'm sure towards the end
  • 514.  
    I am the Cannon King, behold!
    I perish on a throne of gold.With forest far and turret high,
  • 515.  
    Mud is Beauty in the making,
    Mud is melody awaking;Laughter, leafy whisperings,
  • 516.  

  • 517.  
    A child saw in the morning skies
    The dissipated-looking moon,And opened wide her big blue eyes,
  • 518.  
    You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill,
    As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed a sluice;A satellite of Soapy Smith, a capper and a shill,
  • 519.  
    He was my one and only love;
    My world was mirror for his face.We were as close as hand and glove,
  • 520.  
    Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she:
    “Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now-it's the fortunate woman you are;You've still got your Dinnis to cheer up your home, but me Patsy boy where is he?
  • 521.  
    Miss Don't-do-this and Don't-do-that
    Has such a sunny smileYou cannot help but chuckle at
  • 522.  
    Each time that I switch on the light
    A Miracle it seems to meThat I should rediscover sight
  • 523.  
    There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane;
    There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain;There are cherry petals falling, and a cuckoo calling, calling,
  • 524.  
    My lead dog Mike was like a bear;
    I reckon he was grizzly bred,For when he reared up in the air
  • 525.  
    “There's something in your face, Michael, I've seen it all the day;
    There's something quare that wasn't there when first ye wint away. . . .”
  • 526.  
    Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing;
    Islands of opal float on silver seas;Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;
  • 527.  
    In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free,
    An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree,An roarin' rageful warning when the boys got overwild,
  • 528.  
    In London City I evade
    For charming Burlington Arcade-For thee in youth I met a maid
  • 529.  
    On this festive first of May,
    Wending wistfully my wayThree sad sights I saw today.
  • 530.  
    There once was a Square, such a square little Square,
    And he loved a trim Triangle;But she was a flirt and around her skirt
  • 531.  
    It's mighty quiet in the house
    Since Mary Ellen quit me cold;I've swept the hearth and fed the mouse
  • 532.  
    They told to Marie Antoinette:
    “The beggers at your gateHave eyes too sad for tears to wet,
  • 533.  
    All day he lay upon the sand
    When summer sun was bright,And let the grains sift through his hand
  • 534.  
    I often wonder how
    Life clicks becauseThey don't make women now
  • 535.  
    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-
  • 536.  
    Three maids there were in meadow bright,
    The eldest less then seven;Their eyes were dancing with delight,
  • 537.  
    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
  • 538.  
    Mad Maria in the Square
    Sits upon a wicker chair.When the keeper asks the price
  • 539.  
    I do not write for love of pelf,
    Nor lust for phantom fame;I do not rhyme to please myself,
  • 540.  
    When I was young I was too proud
    To wheel my daughter in her pram.“It's infra dig,” I said aloud,-
  • 541.  
    Of course you've heard of the Nancy Lee, and how she sailed away
    On her famous quest of the Arctic flea, to the wilds of Hudson's Bay?For it was a foreign Prince's whim to collect this tiny cuss,
  • 542.  
    O Sacred Muse, my lyre excuse!-
    My verse is vagrant singing;Rhyme I invoke for simple folk
  • 543.  
    ‘A ticket for the lottery
    I've purchased every week,' said she ‘For years a score
  • 544.  
    Ah me! How hard is destiny!
    If we could only know. . . .I bought my son from Sicily
  • 545.  
    Two men I saw reel from a bar
    And stumble down the street;Coarse and uncouth as workmen are,
  • 546.  
    “Black is the sky, but the land is white-
    (O the wind, the snow and the storm!)- Father, where is our boy to-night?
  • 547.  
    Lord, let me live, that more and more
    Your wonder world I may adore;With every dawn to grow and grow
  • 548.  
    Said Brown: ‘I can't afford to die
    For I have bought annuity,And every day of living I
  • 549.  
    I never saw a face so bright
    With brilliant blood and joy,As was the grinning mug last night
  • 550.  
    His face was like a lobster red,
    His legs were white as mayonnaise:“I've had a jolly lunch,” he said,
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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