Robert W Service Quotes & Wallpapers

Robert W Service
Total Quotes: 50


My pipe is out, my glass is dry; My fire is almost ashes too; But once again, before you go, And I prepare to meet the New; Old Year! a parting word that's true, For we've been comrades, you and I- I thank God for each day of you; There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye! Robert W Service

There's the wretched rent to pay, Yet I glower at pen and ink: Oh, inspire me, Muse, I pray, It is later than you think! Robert W Service

Mud is mankind in the moulding, Heaven's mystery unfolding Robert W Service

This is the Law of the Yukon, that only the Strong shall thrive; That surely the Weak shall perish, and only the Fit survive. Dissolute, damned and despairful, crippled and palsied and slain, This is the Will of the Yukon, - Lo, how she makes it plain! Robert W Service

No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is. Robert W Service

Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfalled with disaster; There's hunger, want, and weariness, yet O we loved it so! As on we tramped exultantly, and no man was our master, And no man guessed what dreams were ours, as, swinging heel and toe, We tramped the road to Anywhere, the magic road to Anywhere, The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years ago. Robert W Service

I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that's not too new. Robert W Service

Write verse, not poetry. The public wants verse. If you have a talent for poetry, then don't by any means mother it, but try your hand at verse. Robert W Service

This is the law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; that surely the weak shall perish, and only the fit survive. Robert W Service

There?'s a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still; There'?s a land ?oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back? and I will. Robert W Service

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane - Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore; Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core Robert W Service

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a rag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou. Robert W Service

But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true, That one of you is a hound of hell... and that one is Dan McGrew. Robert W Service

I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there. Robert W Service

When children's children shall talk of War as a madness that may not be; When we thank our God for our grief today, and blazon from sea to sea In the name of the Dead the banner of Peace ... that will be Victory. Robert W Service

Then you've a hunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars. Robert W Service

Why seek to scale Mount Everest, Queen of the Air, Why strive to crown that cruel crest And deathward dare? Said Mallory of dauntless quest 'Because it's there'. Robert W Service

I have no doubts that the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins - The other kind don't matter. Robert W Service

Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand to bow your last adieu; A moment, and the prompter's chime Will ring the curtain down on you. Robert W Service

Even goats may have starlight in their eyes. Robert W Service

And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky. Robert W Service

The only society I like is rough and tough, and the tougher the better. There's where you get down to bedrock and meet human people. Robert W Service

Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. Robert W Service

The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on. Robert W Service

There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. Robert W Service

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race. Robert W Service

Be sure your wisest words are those you do not say. Robert W Service

Avoid extremes: be moderate In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending. Robert W Service

Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit - It's the keeping your chin up that's hard. Robert W Service

Ah, the clock is always slow; It is later than you think. Robert W Service

The happy man is he who knows his limitations, yet bows to no false gods. Robert W Service

Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe. Robert W Service

It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe. Robert W Service

A promise made is a debt unpaid. Robert W Service

His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full. Robert W Service

When children's children shall talk of War as a madness that may not be; When we thank our God for our grief today, and blazon from sea to sea In the name of the Dead the banner of Peace... that will be Victory. Robert W Service

Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer; Robert W Service

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee. Robert W Service

And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last. Robert W Service

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. Robert W Service

Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go. Robert W Service

Master, I've filled my contract, wrought in Thy many lands; Not by my sins wilt Thou judge me, but by the work of my hands. Master, I've done Thy bidding, and the light is low in the west, And the long, long shift is over... Master, I've earned it - Rest. Robert W Service

Ah! the clock is always slow; it is later than you think. Robert W Service

It's easy to fight when everything's right And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer when victory's near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It's a different song when everything's wrong, When you're feeling infernally mortal; When it's ten against one, and hope there is none, Buck up, little soldier, and chortle! Robert W Service

I have no doubts that the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins - The other kind do' matter. Robert W Service

I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the wall, Beside my bed, will mourn for me. Robert W Service

The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire Robert W Service

Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway; From my ruthless throne I have ruled alone for a million years and a day Robert W Service

The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate. Robert W Service

I have an intense dislike for artificial society. In France, one could lead a free life - to do what one wanted to do without interference or criticism from one's neighbors. Robert W Service



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