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The Scribe's Prayer The Scribe's Prayer

The Scribe's Prayer
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my quiet heart a still voice calls, Calls me to join my kindred of the Dead: Grant that I may, O Lord, ere rest be mine, Write to Thy praise one radiant, ringing line.... Poems - Post by : 5star - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 989

Heart O' The North Heart O' The North

Heart O' The North
And when I come to the dim trail-end, I who have been Life's rover, This is all I would ask, my friend, Over and over and over: A little space on a stony hill With never another near me, Sky o' the North that's vast and still, With a single star to cheer me; Star that gleams on a moss-grey stone... Poems - Post by : sengchan - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2190

Good-bye, Little Cabin Good-bye, Little Cabin

Good-bye, Little Cabin
O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long, And now I must bid you good-bye! I've filled you with laughter, I've thrilled you with song, And sometimes I've wished I could cry. Your walls they have witnessed a weariful fight, And rung to a won Waterloo: But oh, in my triumph I'm dreary to-night -- Good-bye, little cabin, to you! Your roof is bewhiskered, your floor is a-slant,... Poems - Post by : webdaz - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 849

The Passing Of The Year The Passing Of The Year

The Passing Of The Year
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire I sit, And wait to FEEL the old year go. I dedicate to solemn thought Amid my too-unthinking days, This sober moment, sadly fraught With much of blame, with little praise. Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand... Poems - Post by : Iluva_Cake - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 1980

The Logger The Logger

The Logger
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the dew is falling chill on the dim, deer-haunted hill, And the breakers in the bay are moaning drear. The toilful hours are sped, the boys are long abed, And I alone a weary vigil keep; In the sightless, sullen sky I can hear the night-hawk cry, And the frogs... Poems - Post by : dandir2 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 3021

The Song Of The Camp-fire The Song Of The Camp-fire

The Song Of The Camp-fire
I Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine, Heap them on me, let me hug them to my eager heart of fire, Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign. Bring me knots of sunny maple, silver birch and tamarack; Leaping, sweeping, I will lap them with my ardent wings of flame; I will... Poems - Post by : jayleishman - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 1277

A Song Of Success A Song Of Success

A Song Of Success
Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave. Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight. All that was best in us gladly we gave, Sprang from the rally, and leapt for the height. Smiling is Love in a foam of Spring flowers: Harden our hearts to him -- on let us press! Oh, what a triumph and pride shall be ours! See where it beacons, the star of success!... Poems - Post by : bobbond - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 3182

I'm Scared Of It All I'm Scared Of It All

I'm Scared Of It All
I'm scared of it all, God's truth! so I am; It's too big and brutal for me. My nerve's on the raw and I don't give a damn For all the "hoorah" that I see. I'm pinned between subway and overhead train, Where automobillies swoop down: Oh, I want to go back to the timber again -- I'm scared of the terrible town. I want to go back to... Poems - Post by : Martin_Wales - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2885

Home And Love Home And Love

Home And Love
Just Home and Love! the words are small Four little letters unto each; And yet you will not find in all The wide and gracious range of speech Two more so tenderly complete: When angels talk in Heaven above, I'm sure they have no words more sweet Than Home and Love. Just Home and Love! it's hard to guess Which of... Poems - Post by : bowman - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 1949

The Squaw Man The Squaw Man

The Squaw Man
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee stars the vivid sward with russet, red and gold, And in the velvet gloom the fire's a-gleam. The night is ripe with quiet, rich with incense of the pine; From sanctuary lake I hear the loon; The peaks are bright against the blue, and drenched with sunset wine, And like a silver bubble... Poems - Post by : William_Young - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2830

At Thirty-five At Thirty-five

At Thirty-five
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty death, I've had my whack of feast and fun. I've mocked at those who prate and preach; I've laughed with any man alive; But now with sobered heart I reach The Great Divide of Thirty-five. And looking back I must confess I've little cause to... Poems - Post by : suziegreen - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2103

The Baldness Of Chewed-ear The Baldness Of Chewed-ear

The Baldness Of Chewed-ear
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in old Hymen's jack-pot, it's a most amazin' thing, Them flowin' locks jest disappeared like snow-balls in the Spring; Jest seemed to wilt an' fade away like dead leaves in the Fall, An' left old Chewed-ear balder than a white-washed cannon ball. Now Missis Chewed-ear Jenkins, that wuz Guinneyveer McGee, Wuz jest about as... Poems - Post by : Amber_Lowery - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2967

The World's All Right The World's All Right

The World's All Right
Be honest, kindly, simple, true; Seek good in all, scorn but pretence; Whatever sorrow come to you, Believe in Life's Beneficence! The World's all right; serene I sit, And cease to puzzle over it. There's much that's mighty strange, no doubt; But Nature... Poems - Post by : voldermorth - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2592

The Trapper's Christmas Eve The Trapper's Christmas Eve

The Trapper's Christmas Eve
It's mighty lonesome-like and drear. Above the Wild the moon rides high, And shows up sharp and needle-clear The emptiness of earth and sky; No happy homes with love a-glow; No Santa Claus to make believe: Just snow and snow, and then more snow; It's Christmas Eve, it's Christmas Eve. And here am I where all things end, And Undesirables are hurled;... Poems - Post by : garydotgray - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 843

The Wanderlust The Wanderlust

The Wanderlust
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; The Wanderlust has haled me from the morris chairs of ease, Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth. How bitterly I've cursed it, oh, the Painted Desert knows, The wraithlike heights that hug the pallid plain, The all-but-fluid silence, -- yet the longing grows and grows, And I've got to glut the... Poems - Post by : Happy_Face - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2691

Little Moccasins Little Moccasins

Little Moccasins
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the light! I'll play the old Red River reel, you used to love it so: Awake, O Little Moccasins, and dance for me to-night! Your hair was all a gleamy gold, your eyes a corn-flower blue; Your cheeks were pink as tinted shells, you stepped light as a fawn; Your mouth was like a coral bud, with seed... Poems - Post by : carlillo - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2837

The Lost Master The Lost Master

The Lost Master
"And when I come to die," he said, "Ye shall not lay me out in state, Nor leave your laurels at my head, Nor cause your men of speech orate; No monument your gift shall be, No column in the Hall of Fame; But just this line ye grave for me: 'He played the game.'" So when his glorious task was done,... Poems - Post by : digitalcybertv - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 992

While The Bannock Bakes While The Bannock Bakes

While The Bannock Bakes
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- how restful is the air! You'd little think that we were somewhere north of Sixty-three, Though where I don't exactly know, and don't precisely care. The man-size mountains palisade us round on every side; The river is a-flop with fish, and ripples silver-clear; The midnight sunshine brims yon cleft -- we think it's the Divide;... Poems - Post by : wsmann - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 3343

The Cow-juice Cure The Cow-juice Cure

The Cow-juice Cure
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's saloon. The frost was on the fodder an' the wind was growin' keen, When Billy got to seein' snakes in Sullivan's shebeen. Then in meandered Deep-hole Dan, once comrade of the cup: "Oh Billy, for the love of Mike, why don't ye sober up? I've got the gorgus recipay, 'tis smooth an' slick as silk --... Poems - Post by : morris - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 599

The Quitter The Quitter

The Quitter
When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . . It's the... Poems - Post by : Starbiz - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert W. Service - Read : 2414