Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

1. "?" 1/13/2003
2. "Fighting Mac" 1/13/2003
3. (the Sunshine Seeks My Little Room) 1/13/2003
4. A Bachelor 1/13/2003
5. A Busy Man 1/13/2003
6. A Cabbage Patch 1/13/2003
7. A Canvas For A Crust 1/13/2003
8. A Casualty 1/13/2003
9. A Character 1/13/2003
10. A Domestic Tragedy 1/13/2003
11. A Grain Of Sand 1/13/2003
12. A Hero 1/13/2003
13. A Little Prayer 1/13/2003
14. A Lyric Day 1/13/2003
15. A Mediocre Man 1/13/2003
16. A Plea 1/13/2003
17. A Pot Of Tea 1/13/2003
18. A Rolling Stone 1/13/2003
19. A Rusty Nail 1/13/2003
20. A Snifter 1/13/2003
21. A Song For Kilts 1/13/2003
22. A Song Of Sixty-Five 1/13/2003
23. A Song Of Success 1/13/2003
24. A Song Of Suicide 1/13/2003
25. A Song Of The Sandbags 1/13/2003
26. A Song Of Winter Weather 1/13/2003
27. A Sourdough Story 1/13/2003
28. A Verseman's Apology 1/13/2003
29. A Year Ago 1/13/2003
30. Abandoned Dog 1/13/2003
31. Accordion 1/13/2003
32. Adoption 1/13/2003
33. Adventure 1/13/2003
34. Afternoon Tea 1/13/2003
35. Agnostic 1/13/2003
36. Agnostic Apology 1/13/2003
37. Alias Bill 1/13/2003
38. Allouette 1/13/2003
39. Alpine Holiday 1/13/2003
40. Amateur Poet 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Robert William Service

The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in ...

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Wine Bibber

I would rather drink than eat,
And though I superbly sup,
Food, I feel, can never beat
Delectation of the cup.
Wine it is that crowns the feast;
Fish and fowl and fancy meat
Are of my delight the least:
I would rather drink than eat.

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