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1. Les Grands Mutiles - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 4). Read 760 times on Poetry Connection.

I saw three wounded of the war:
And the first had lost his eyes;
And the second went on wheels and had
No legs below the thighs;
And the face of the third was featureless,
And his mouth ran cornerwise.
So I made a rhyme about each one,
And this is... (Read full poem)

Up into the sky I stare;
All the little stars I see;
And I know that God is there
O, how lonely He must be!

Me, I laugh and leap all day,
Till my head begins to nod;
He's so great, He cannot play:
I am glad I am not God.

Poor kind God upon His... (Read full poem)

3. The Wistful One - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 3). Read 767 times on Poetry Connection.

I sought the trails of South and North,
I wandered East and West;
But pride and passion drove me forth
And would not let me rest.
And still I seek, as still I roam,
A snug roof overhead;
Four walls, my own; a quiet home. . . .
"You'll have it --... (Read full poem)

I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King;
I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the stately harp;
I'd rather make his royal ribs with belly-laughter ring,
Than see him sitting in the suds and sulky as a carp.
I'd rather be the... (Read full poem)

5. (The sunshine seeks my little room) - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 1). Read 1114 times on Poetry Connection.

The sunshine seeks my little room
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
That children cry the lily bloom
All up and down the leafy way;
That half the town is mad with May,
With flame of flag and boom of bell:
For Carnival is King to-day;
So pen and... (Read full poem)

As I sat by my baby's bed
That's open to the sky,
There fluttered round and round my head
A radiant butterfly.

And as I wept -- of hearts that ache
The saddest in the land --
It left a lily for my sake,
And lighted on my hand.

I watched it, oh, so... (Read full poem)

7. Lately our poets - written by Walter Savage Landor
Read 422 times on Poetry Connection.

Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes,
Content to catch the ballads of the plains;
I fancied I had strength enough to climb
A loftier station at no distant time,
And might securely from intrusion doze
Upon the flowers thro' which Ilissus... (Read full poem)

I count each day a little life,
        With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
        And keep it sane and sweet.
        
With eager eyes I greet the morn,
        Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born... (Read full poem)

9. My Neighbors - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 2). Read 1098 times on Poetry Connection.

To rest my fagged brain now and then,
When wearied of my proper labors,
I lay aside my lagging pen
And get to thinking on my neighbors;
For, oh, around my garret den
There's woe and poverty a-plenty,
And life's so interesting when
A lad is only... (Read full poem)

Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
"Oh hubby, hubby dear!" she cried,
"I've awful news to tell. . . ."
"What is it, darling?" I replied;
"Your mother -- is she well?"

"Oh no!... (Read full poem)

11. The Quest - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 3). Read 741 times on Poetry Connection.

I sought Him on the purple seas,
I sought Him on the peaks aflame;
Amid the gloom of giant trees
And canyons lone I called His name;
The wasted ways of earth I trod:
In vain! In vain! I found not God.

I sought Him in the hives of men,
The cities... (Read full poem)

Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.

Ah, could I, could I... (Read full poem)

13. If You Had A Friend - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 3). Read 6059 times on Poetry Connection.

If you had a friend strong, simple, true,
Who knew your faults and who understood;
Who believed in the very best of you,
And who cared for you as a father would;
Who would stick by you to the very end,
Who would smile however the world might... (Read full poem)

I was in Warsaw when the first bomb fell;
I was in Warsaw when the Terror came -
Havoc and horror, famine, fear and flame,
Blasting from loveliness a living hell.
Barring the station towered a sentinel;
Trainward I battled, blind escape my... (Read full poem)

15. Old David Smail - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 3). Read 735 times on Poetry Connection.

He dreamed away his hours in school;
He sat with such an absent air,
The master reckoned him a fool,
And gave him up in dull despair.

When other lads were making hay
You'd find him loafing by the stream;
He'd take a book and slip away,
And just... (Read full poem)

A little child was sitting Up on her mother's knee
And down down her cheeks the bitter tears did flow.
And as I sadly listened I heard this tender plea,
'Twas uttered in a voice so soft and low. 

"Not guilty" said the Jury And the Judge said "Set... (Read full poem)

17. Oh, It Is Good - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 3). Read 707 times on Poetry Connection.

Oh, it is good to drink and sup,
And then beside the kindly fire
To smoke and heap the faggots up,
And rest and dream to heart's desire.

Oh, it is good to ride and run,
To roam the greenwood wild and free;
To hunt, to idle in the sun,
To leap into... (Read full poem)

"How good God is to me," he said;
"For have I not a mansion tall,
With trees and lawns of velvet tread,
And happy helpers at my call?
With beauty is my life abrim,
With tranquil hours and dreams apart;
You wonder that I yield to Him
That best of... (Read full poem)

19. Resignation - written by Robert William Service
From Bar-Room Ballads. Read 1075 times on Poetry Connection.

I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two),
For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I do),
The bill would come to such a lot 'twould tax an Astorbilt,
Or else I'd have to turn a Scot and caper in a kilt.

I'm jolly glad I haven't got... (Read full poem)

So easy 'tis to make a rhyme,
That did the world but know it,
Your coachman might Parnassus climb,
Your butler be a poet.

Then, oh, how charming it would be
If, when in haste hysteric
You called the page, you learned that he
Was grappling with a... (Read full poem)

21. Lines Written In Early Spring - written by William Wordsworth
From Lyrical Ballads, With Other Poems. Published in 1798. Read 16448 times on Poetry Connection.

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to... (Read full poem)

The very skies wee black with shame,
As near my moment drew;
The very hour before you cam
I felt I hated you.

But now I see how fair you are,
How divine your eyes,
It seems I step upon a star
To leap to Paradise.

What care I who your father... (Read full poem)

23. Laziness - written by Robert William Service
From Bar-Room Ballads. Read 2002 times on Poetry Connection.

Let laureates sing with rapturous swing
Of the wonder and glory of work;
Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeach
The indolent wretches who shirk.
No doubt they are right: in the stress of the fight
It's the slackers who go to the wall;
So... (Read full poem)

I have some friends, some worthy friends,
And worthy friends are rare:
These carpet slippers on my feet,
That padded leather chair;
This old and shabby dressing-gown,
So well the worse of wear.

I have some friends, some honest friends,
And honest... (Read full poem)

25. The Release - written by Robert William Service
From Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 2). Read 586 times on Poetry Connection.

To-day within a grog-shop near
I saw a newly captured linnet,
Who beat against his cage in fear,
And fell exhausted every minute;
And when I asked the fellow there
If he to sell the bird were willing,
He told me with a careless air
That I could have... (Read full poem)