Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

801. Violet De Vere 1/13/2003
802. Virginity 1/13/2003
803. Visibility 1/13/2003
804. Wallflower 1/13/2003
805. Warsaw 1/13/2003
806. Was It You? 1/13/2003
807. Washerwife 1/13/2003
808. Weary 1/13/2003
809. Weary Waitress 1/13/2003
810. What Kisses Had John Keats? 1/13/2003
811. Wheels 1/13/2003
812. While The Bannock Bakes 1/13/2003
813. White Christmas 1/13/2003
814. White-Collar Spaniard 1/13/2003
815. Why Do Birds Sing? 1/13/2003
816. Why? 1/13/2003
817. Willie 1/13/2003
818. Winding Wool 1/13/2003
819. Window Shopper 1/13/2003
820. Wine Bibber 1/13/2003
821. Winnie 1/13/2003
822. Wistful 1/13/2003
823. Wonder 1/13/2003
824. Words 1/13/2003
825. Work 1/13/2003
826. Work And Joy 1/13/2003
827. Worms 1/13/2003
828. Wounded 1/13/2003
829. Wrestling Match 1/13/2003
830. Yellow 1/13/2003
831. You And Me 1/13/2003
832. You Can'T Can Love 1/13/2003
833. Young Fellow My Lad 1/13/2003
834. Young Mother 1/13/2003
835. Your Poem 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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In Praise of Alcohol

In Praise of Alcohol

Of vintage wine I am a lover;
To drink deep would be my delight;
If 'twere not for the bleak hangover
I'd get me loaded every night;
I'd whoop it up with song and laughter -
If 'twere not for the morning after.
For though to soberness I'm given

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