Robert Service Poems

  • 651.  
    They thought I'd be a champion;
    They boasted loud of me.A dozen victories I'd won,
  • 652.  
    Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere;
    My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my hand;I've twenty louis in my purse, I know the sun and sea are there,
  • 653.  
    When I am dead I will not care
    How future generations fare,For I will be so unaware.
  • 654.  
    Here is this vale of sweet abiding,
    My ultimate and dulcet home,That gently dreams above the chiding
  • 655.  
    A Life Tragedy

  • 656.  
    Up into the sky I stare;
    All the little stars I see;And I know that God is there
  • 657.  
    Being a shorty, as you see,
    A bare five footer,The why my wife is true to me
  • 658.  
    I know how father's strap would feel,
    If ever I were caught,So mother's jam I did not steal,
  • 659.  
    In youth when oft my muse was dumb,
    My fancy nighly dead,To make my inspiration come
  • 660.  
    Familiarity some claim
    Can breed contempt,So from it let it be your aim
  • 661.  
    Why should I be the first to fall
    Of all the leaves on this old tree?Though sadly soon I know that all
  • 662.  
    Since all that is was ever bound to be;
    Since grim, eternal laws our Being bind; And both the riddle and the answer find,
  • 663.  
    He wrote a play; by day and night
    He strove with passion and delight;Yet knew, long ere the curtain drop,
  • 664.  
    So easy 'tis to make a rhyme,
    That did the world but know it,Your coachman might Parnassus climb,
  • 665.  
    The little pink house is high on the hill
    And my heart is not what it used to be;It will kick up a fuss I know, but still
  • 666.  
    The Greatest Writer of to-day
    (With Maupassant I almost set him)Said to me in a weary way,
  • 667.  
    My flask of wine was ruby red
    And swift I ran my sweet to see;With eyes that snapped delight I said:
  • 668.  
    When day is done I steal away
    To fold my hands in rest,And of my hours this moment grey
  • 669.  
    A sea-gull with a broken wing,
    I found upon the kelp-strewn shore.It sprawled and gasped; I sighed: “Poor thing!
  • 670.  
    Tell me, Tramp, where I may go
    To be free from human woe;Say where I may hope to find
  • 671.  
    I wish I had a simple style
    In writing verse,As in his prose had Ernie Pyle,
  • 672.  
    Oh darling Eric, why did you
    For my fond affection sue,And then with surgeons artful aid
  • 673.  
    The Elders of the Tribe were grouped
    And squatted in the Council Cave;They seemed to be extremely pooped,
  • 674.  
    No matter how he toil and strive
    The fate of every man aliveWith luck will be to lie alone,
  • 675.  
    What are we fighting for,
    We fellows who go to war?fighting for Freedom's sake!
  • 676.  
    Could Fate ordain a lot for me
    Beyond all human ills,I think that I would choose to be
  • 677.  
    A little mousey man he was
    With board, and chalk in hand;And millions were awestruck because
  • 678.  
    In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking,
    And oh what sweet people I meet on my way!I hail them with joy for I love to be talking,
  • 679.  
    I count each day a little life,
    With birth and death complete;I cloister it from care and strife
  • 680.  
    I think I'll buy a little field,
    Though scant am I of pelf,And hold the hope that it may yield
  • 681.  
    And is it not a gesture grand
    To drink oneself to death?Oh sure 'tis I can understand,
  • 682.  
    At school I never gained a prize,
    Proving myself the model ass;Yet how I watched the wistful eyes,
  • 683.  
    With barbwire hooch they filled him full,
    Till he was drunker than all hell,And then they peddled him the bull
  • 684.  
    A Frenchman and an Englishman
    Resolved to fight a duel,And hit upon a savage plan,
  • 685.  
    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;
  • 686.  
    I just think that dreams are best,
    Just to sit and fancy things; Give your gold no acid test,
  • 687.  
    I had a dream, a dream of dread:
    I thought that horror held the house;A burglar bent above my bed,
  • 688.  
    I drink my fill of foamy ale
    I sing a song, I tell a tale,I play the fiddle;
  • 689.  
    Don't cheer, damn you! Don't cheer!
    Silence! Your bitterest tearIs fulsomely sweet to-day. . . .
  • 690.  
    The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit,
    The family sat in its glow;The Mother never ceased to knit,
  • 691.  
    She said: “I am too old to play
    With dolls,” and put them all away,Into a box, one rainy day.
  • 692.  
    Would it be loss or gain
    To hapless human-kindIf we could feel no pain
  • 693.  
    One day the Great Designer sought
    His Clerk of Birth and Death.Said he: “Two souls are in my thought,
  • 694.  
    ‘A shilling's worth of quinine, please,'
    The customer demanded.The druggist went down on his knees
  • 695.  
    As I go forth from fair to mart
    With racket ringing,Who would divine that in my heart
  • 696.  
    Said Seeker of the skies to me:
    “Behold yon starry host ashine!When Heaven's harmony you see
  • 697.  
    I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme,
    My fancies into verse to weave;For as I walked my words would chime
  • 698.  
    In youth I longed to paint
    The loveliness I saw;And yet by dire constraint
  • 699.  
    My only medals are the scars
    I've won in weary, peacetime wars,A-fighting for my little brood,
  • 700.  
    Before the florid portico
    I watched the gamblers come and go,While by me on a bench there sat
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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Against the morning beam
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Looked out to see me stride,

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