Robert Service Poems

  • 301.  
    The General now lives in town;
    He's eighty odd, they say;You'll see him strolling up and down
  • 302.  
    Although my blood I've shed
    In war's red wrath,Oh how I darkly dread
  • 303.  
    Softly every night they come
    To the picture show,That old couple, deaf and dumb
  • 304.  
    Enthusiastic was the crowd
    That hailed him with delight;The wine was bright, the laughter loud
  • 305.  
    He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix,
    The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every day.He's sitting with his Pernod on his customary chair;
  • 306.  
    O Teddy Bear! with your head awry
    And your comical twisted smile,You rub your eyes-do you wonder why
  • 307.  
    It was foretold by sybils three
    that in an air crash he would die.“I'll fool their prophesy,” said he;
  • 308.  
    When I was boxing in the ring
    In ‘Frisco back in ninety-seven,I used to make five bucks a fling
  • 309.  
    My Muse is simple,-yet it's nice
    To think you don't need to think twice On words I write.
  • 310.  
    My daughter Susie, aged two,
    Apes me in every way,For as my household chores I do
  • 311.  
    When I was young and Scottish I
    Allergic was to spending;I put a heap of bawbees by,
  • 312.  
    It's mighty nice at shut of day
    With weariness to hit the hey,To close your eyes, tired through and through,
  • 313.  
    I

  • 314.  
    I wonder if successful men
    Are always happy?And do they sing with gusto when
  • 315.  
    You ask me what I call Success-
    It is, I wonder, Happiness?
  • 316.  
    Stupidity, woe's anodyne,
    Be kind and comfort me in mine;Smooth out the furrows of my brow,
  • 317.  
    Striving is life, yet life is striving;
    I fight to live, yet live to fight;The vital urge is in my driving,
  • 318.  
    My precious grand-child, aged two,
    Is eager to unlace one shoe, And then the other;
  • 319.  
    We'd left the sea-gulls long behind,
    And we were almost in mid-ocean;The sky was soft and blue and kind,
  • 320.  
    My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three,
    My life collection of rare postage stamps;My room is cold and bare as you can see,
  • 321.  
    When young I was a Socialist
    Despite my tender years;No blessed chance I ever missed
  • 322.  
    My mother loved her horses and
    Her hounds of pedigree;She did not kiss the baby hand
  • 323.  
    The Spanish women don't wear slacks
    Because their hips are too enormous.'Tis true each bulbous bosom lacks
  • 324.  
    We have no aspiration vain
    For paradise Utopian,And here in our sun-happy Spain,
  • 325.  
    The Men of Seville are, they say,
    The laziest of Spain.Consummate artists in delay,
  • 326.  
    A fat man sat in an orchestra stall and his cheeks were wet with tears,
    As he gazed at the primadonna tall, whom he hadn't seen in years.“Oh don't you remember” he murmured low “that Spring in Montparnasse,
  • 327.  
    He hurried away, young heart of joy, under our Devon sky!
    And I watched him go, my beautiful boy, and a weary woman was I.For my hair is grey, and his was gold; he'd the best of his life to live;
  • 328.  
    Someone's Mother trails the street
    Wrapt in rotted rags;Broken slippers on her feet
  • 329.  
    My soldier boy has crossed the sea
    To fight the foeman;But he'll come back to make of me
  • 330.  
    'Twas in a pub in Battersea
    They call the “Rose and Crown,”Quite suddenly, it seemed to me,
  • 331.  
    This is the end of all my ways,
    My wanderings on earth,My gloomy and my golden days,
  • 332.  
    You say I am the slave of Fate
    Bound by unalterable laws.I harken, but your words I hate,
  • 333.  
    What I seek far yet seldom find
    Is large simplicity of mind In fellow men;
  • 334.  
    When I was cub reporter I
    Would interview the Great,And sometimes they would make reply,
  • 335.  
    When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle
    The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the peewit call;As you bent above your knitting something fey was in your smile,
  • 336.  
    Obit 23rd April 1616

  • 337.  
    My Pa and Ma their honeymoon
    Passed in an Andulasian June,And though produced in Drury Lane,
  • 338.  
    If on water and sweet bread
    Seven years I'll add to life,For me will no blood be shed,
  • 339.  
    Give me a cabin in the woods
    Where not a human soul intrudes;Where I can sit beside a stream
  • 340.  
    'Tis hard to hang a husky lad
    When larks are in the sky;It hurts when daffydills are glad
  • 341.  
    Selecting in the dining-room
    The silver of his choice,The burglar heard from chamber gloom
  • 342.  
    I

  • 343.  
    A hundred people I employed,
    But when they struck for higher pay,I was so damnably annoyed
  • 344.  
    I stood beside the silken rope,
    Five dollars in my hand,And waited in my patient hope
  • 345.  
    Young man, gather gold and gear,
    they will wear you well;You can thumb your nose at fear,
  • 346.  
    My Master is a man of might
    With manners like a hog;He makes me slave from morn to night
  • 347.  
    When I go on my morning walk,
    Because I'm mild,If I be in the mood to talk
  • 348.  
    Oh how I love the laughing sea,
    Sun lances splintering;Or with a virile harmony
  • 349.  
    I saw a Priest in beetle black
    Come to our golden beach,And I was taken sore aback
  • 350.  
    Each morning as I catch my bus,
    A-fearing I'll be late,I think: there are in all of us
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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