Robert W Service

Robert W Service

1,001 карма
Robert William Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958) was a British-Canadian poet and writer, often called "the Bard of the Yukon".
Все работыПоиск

On The Wire

от·
O God, take the sun from the sky
It's burning me, scorching me up
God, can't You hear my cry
Water
Читать дальше

A Busy Man

от·
This crowded life of God's good
No man has relished more than I;
I've been so goldarned busy livingI've never had the time to die
So busy fishing, hunting, roving,
Читать дальше

The Ballad Of The Ice-Worm Cocktail

от·
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames
A pane of glass was in his eye, and stockings on his stems
Upon the shoulder of his coat a leather pad he wore,
To rest his deadly rifle when it wasn't seeking gore;
Читать дальше

The Cremation of Sam McGee

от·
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
Читать дальше

The Three Bares

от·
Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em
And so she thought she'd soak 'em in a bucket o' benzine
It worked all right
She wrung 'em out then wondered what she'd
Читать дальше

Longevity

от·
I watched one day a parrot grey - 'twas in a barber shop
"Cuckold
" he cried, until I sighed: "You feathered devil, stop
"Then balefully he looked at me, and slid along his perch,
Читать дальше

Canine Conversation

от·
If dogs could speak,
O Mademoiselle,
What funny stories they could tell
For instance, take your little "peke,"How awkward if the dear could speak
Читать дальше

My Mate

от·
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; 'E'll be layin' of you out the same as Jim
)Jim as lies there in t...
Читать дальше

Your Poem

от·
My poem may be yours
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can readA music of your own;
If in its pale woof you can
Читать дальше

The Men That Dont Fit In

от·
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will
They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest;
Thei...
Читать дальше

The Quest

от·
I sought Him on the purple seas,
I sought Him on the peaks aflame;
Amid the gloom of giant
And canyons lone I called His name;
Читать дальше

The Spell of the Yukon

от·
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave
Was it famine or scurvy — I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave
Читать дальше

Resolutions

от·
Each New Year's Eve I used to
On my misdoings of the past,
And vowed: "This year I'll be so good -Well, haply better than the last
"My record of reforms I
Читать дальше

My Ancestors

от·
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee,
For though the porridge pot was full A frugal folk were we;
We baked our bannocks, spun our wool, And counted each bawbee
We reft our living from the soil, And I was shieling ...
Читать дальше

Eighty Not Out

от·
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,
Although I have nothing important to say
Читать дальше

A Lyric Day

от·
I deem that there are lyric
So ripe with radiance and cheer,
So rich with gratitude and
That they enrapture all the year
Читать дальше
Показать больше