Poetic Openings : Robert William Service to Robert William Service

Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Living Dead : First Line : Since I have come to years sedate
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Locket : First Line : From out her shabby rain-coat pocket
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Logger : First Line : In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight,
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Lone Trail : First Line : Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Lost Master : First Line : “And when I come to die,” he said,

Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Lottery : First Line : “Young fellow, listen to a friend:
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Low-down White : First Line : This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down;
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Lunger : First Line : Jack would laugh an’ joke all day;
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Lure Of Little Voices : First Line : There’s a cry from out the loneliness—oh, listen, Honey, listen!
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Macaronis : First Line : Italian people peaceful are,—