Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

681. The Pigeon Shooting 1/13/2003
682. The Pigeons Of St. Marks 1/13/2003
683. The Pines 1/13/2003
684. The Portrait 1/13/2003
685. The Pretty Lady 1/13/2003
686. The Prisoner 1/13/2003
687. The Prospector 1/13/2003
688. The Quest 1/13/2003
689. The Quitter 1/13/2003
690. The Receptionist 1/13/2003
691. The Reckoning 1/13/2003
692. The Record 1/13/2003
693. The Red Retreat 1/13/2003
694. The Release 1/13/2003
695. The Return 1/13/2003
696. The Revelation 1/13/2003
697. The Rhyme Of The Remittance Man 1/13/2003
698. The Rhyme Of The Restless Ones 1/13/2003
699. The Robbers 1/13/2003
700. The Rover 1/13/2003
701. The Sacrifices 1/13/2003
702. The Sceptic 1/13/2003
703. The Score 1/13/2003
704. The Scribe's Prayer 1/13/2003
705. The Seance 1/13/2003
706. The Search 1/13/2003
707. The Seed 1/13/2003
708. The Sewing-Girl 1/13/2003
709. The Shooting Of Dan Mcgrew 1/13/2003
710. The Shorter Catechism 1/13/2003
711. The Sightless Man 1/13/2003
712. The Silent Ones 1/13/2003
713. The Smoking Frog 1/13/2003
714. The Sniper 1/13/2003
715. The Soldier Of Fortune 1/13/2003
716. The Song Of The Camp-Fire 1/13/2003
717. The Song Of The Mouth-Organ 1/13/2003
718. The Song Of The Pacifist 1/13/2003
719. The Song Of The Soldier-Born 1/13/2003
720. The Song Of The Wage-Slave 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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