Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

361. Room 5: The Concert Singer 1/13/2003
362. Room 4: The Painter Chap 1/13/2003
363. Romance 1/13/2003
364. Rivera Honeymoon 1/13/2003
365. Ripeness 1/13/2003
366. Ripe Fruit 1/13/2003
367. Rich Poor Man 1/13/2003
368. Rhyme-Smith 1/13/2003
369. Rhyme For My Tomb 1/13/2003
370. Rhyme Builder 1/13/2003
371. Reverence 1/13/2003
372. Retired Shopman 1/13/2003
373. Retired 1/13/2003
374. Resolutions 1/13/2003
375. Resignation 1/13/2003
376. Reptiles And Roses 1/13/2003
377. Repentance 1/13/2003
378. Remorse 1/13/2003
379. Relax 1/13/2003
380. Relativity 1/13/2003
381. Regret 1/13/2003
382. Red-Tiled Roof 1/13/2003
383. Raising The Flag 1/13/2003
384. Ragetty Doll 1/13/2003
385. Quatrains 1/13/2003
386. Pullman Porter 1/13/2003
387. Property 1/13/2003
388. Profane Poet 1/13/2003
389. Procreation 1/13/2003
390. Privacy 1/13/2003
391. Priscilla 1/13/2003
392. Premonition 1/13/2003
393. Prelude 1/13/2003
394. Prayer 1/13/2003
395. Pragmatic 1/13/2003
396. Post Office Romance 1/13/2003
397. Portrait 1/13/2003
398. Portent 1/13/2003
399. Poor Poet 1/13/2003
400. Poor Peter 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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You Can'T Can Love

I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.
Yet - that's exactly what she did and it only goes to prove,
That' what evr you do you can't put the lid on that crazy feeling Love.

Now that young tom-cod was a dreadful rake, and he had no wish to wed,
But he feared that her foolish heart would break, so this is what he said:
"Some fellows prize a woman's eyes, and some admire her lips,
While so

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