Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

81. Bird Watcher 1/13/2003
82. Birds Of A Feather 1/13/2003
83. Birthday 1/13/2003
84. Birthdays 1/13/2003
85. Black Moran 1/13/2003
86. Bonehead Bill 1/13/2003
87. Book Borrower 1/13/2003
88. Book Lover 1/13/2003
89. Bookshelf 1/13/2003
90. Boon Soul 1/13/2003
91. Boxer's Wife 1/13/2003
92. Brave Coward 1/13/2003
93. Brave New World 1/13/2003
94. Breakfast 1/13/2003
95. Breath Is Enough 1/13/2003
96. Breton Wife 1/13/2003
97. Brother Jim 1/13/2003
98. CafÉ Comedy 1/13/2003
99. Canine Conversation 1/13/2003
100. Captivity 1/13/2003
101. Cardiac 1/13/2003
102. Careers 1/13/2003
103. Carry On 1/13/2003
104. Causation 1/13/2003
105. Celebates 1/13/2003
106. Charity 1/13/2003
107. Cheer 1/13/2003
108. Child Lover 1/13/2003
109. Cinderella 1/13/2003
110. Clancy Of The Mounted Police 1/13/2003
111. Class-Mates 1/13/2003
112. Clemenceau 1/13/2003
113. Cocotte 1/13/2003
114. Comfort 1/13/2003
115. Compassion 1/13/2003
116. Compensation Pete 1/13/2003
117. Comrades 1/13/2003
118. Confetti In The Wind 1/13/2003
119. Conqueror 1/13/2003
120. Contentment 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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The Enigma

The Sergeant of a Highland Reg-
-Iment was drilling of his men;
With temper notably on edge
He blest them every now and then.
A sweet old lady standing by,
Was looking on with fascination,
And then she dared this question shy,
That pertubates the Celtic nation.

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