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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Drifter

Drifter


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;
I know you're plumb fe…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Dreams

Dreams


I had a dream, a dream of dread:
I thought that horror held the house;
A burglar bent above my bed,
He moved as quiet as a mouse.

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Don't Cheer

Don't Cheer

Don't cheer, damn you! Don't cheer!
Silence! Your bitterest tear
Is fulsomely sweet to-day. . . .
Down on your knees and pray.

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Dolls

Dolls


She said: "I am too old to play
With dolls," and put them all away,
Into a box, one rainy day.


I think she must h…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Detachment

Detachment


As I go forth from fair to mart
With racket ringing,
Who would divine that in my heart
Mad larks are singing.
As I sweet sym…

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Robert W. Service

Divine Detachment

Divine Detachment

One day the Great Designer sought
His Clerk of Birth and Death.
Said he: "Two souls are in my thought,
to whom I gave life-breath…

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Robert W. Service

Dedication To Providence

Dedication To Providence

I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme,
My fancies into verse to weave;
For as I walked my words would chime
So bell-like I cou…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Decorations

Decorations


My only medals are the scars
I've won in weary, peacetime wars,
A-fighting for my little brood,
To win them shelter, shoon and fo…

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Robert W. Service

Death's Way

Death's Way

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 …

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Robert W. Service

Death In The Arctic

Death In The Arctic

I

I took the clock down from the shelf;
"At eight," said I, "I shoot myself."
It lacked a minute of the hour,
And a…

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Robert W. Service

Dark Trinity

Dark Trinity

Said I to Pain: "You would not dare
Do ill to me."
Said Pain: "Poor fool! Why should I care
Whom you may be?
To clown and king a…

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Robert W. Service

Days

Days


I am a Day . . .

My sky is grey,

My wind is wild,

My sea high-piled:

In year of days the first

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Robert W. Service

Cowardice

Cowardice


Although you deem it far from nice,
And it perchance may hurt you,
Let me suggest that cowardice
Can masquerade as virtue;
An…

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Robert W. Service

Dance-Hall Girls

Dance-Hall Girls

Where are the dames I used to know
In Dawson in the days of yore?
Alas, it's fifty years ago,
And most, I guess, have "gone before…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Convicts Love Canaries

Convicts Love Canaries

Dick's dead! It was the Polack guard
Put powdered glass into his cage
When I was tramping round the yard,--
I could have kill…

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Robert W. Service

Contentment

Contentment


Bed and bread are all I need
In my happy day;
Love of Nature is my creed,
Unto her I pray;
Sun and sky my spirit feed

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Compensation Pete

Compensation Pete

He used to say: There ain't a doubt
Misfortune is a bitter pill,
But if you only pry it out
You'll find there's good in every ill…

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Robert W. Service

Confetti In The Wind

Confetti In The Wind

He wrote a letter in his mind
To answer one a maid had sent;
He sought the fitting word to find,
As on by hill and rill he wen…

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Robert W. Service

Clemenceau

Clemenceau


His frown brought terror to his foes,
But now in twilight of his days
The pure perfection of a rose
Can kindle rapture in his gaze…

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Robert W. Service

Comfort

Comfort


Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -Bust
in business, lost your wife;
No one cares a cent about you,
You don't care a cent for life…

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Robert W. Service

Clancy Of The Mounted Police

Clancy Of The Mounted Police

In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear
That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye to fear;
S…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Child Lover

Child Lover

Drunk or sober Uncle Jim
Played the boy;

Never glum or sour or grim,
Oozin' joy.

Most folks thought he was no good, <…

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Robert W. Service

Charity

Charity


The Princess was of ancient line,
Of royal race was she;
Like cameo her face was fine,
With sad serentiy:
Yet bent she toiled w…

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Robert W. Service

Causation

Causation


Said darling daughter unto me:
"oh Dad, how funny it would be
If you had gone to Mexico
A score or so of years ago.
Had not s…

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