Poetic Openings : Robert William Service to Robert William Service

Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Outlaw : First Line : A wild and woeful race he ran
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Palace : First Line : Grimy men with picks and shovels
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Parson's Son : First Line : This is the song of the parson’s son, as he squats in his shack alone,
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Parting : First Line : Sky’s a-waxin’ grey,
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Passing Of The Year : First Line : My glass is filled, my pipe is lit,

Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Pencil Seller : First Line : A pencil, sir; a penny—won’t you buy?
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Petit Vieux : First Line : “Sow your wild oats in your youth,” so we’re always told;
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Philanderer : First Line : Oh, have you forgotten those afternoons
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Philistine And The Bohemian : First Line : She was a Philistine spick and span,
Poet : Robert William Service : Poem : The Pigeon Shooting : First Line : They say that Monte Carlo is