Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

121. Contrast 1/13/2003
122. Convicts Love Canaries 1/13/2003
123. Courage 1/13/2003
124. Courage 2 1/3/2015
125. Courage 3 1/3/2015
126. Cowardice 1/13/2003
127. Cows 1/13/2003
128. Dance-Hall Girls 1/13/2003
129. Dark Glasses 1/13/2003
130. Dark Trinity 1/13/2003
131. Dark Truth 1/13/2003
132. Days 1/13/2003
133. Death And Life 1/13/2003
134. Death In The Arctic 1/13/2003
135. Death Of A Cockroach 1/13/2003
136. Death's Way 1/13/2003
137. Decadence 1/13/2003
138. Decorations 1/13/2003
139. Dedication 1/13/2003
140. Dedication To Providence 1/13/2003
141. Design 1/13/2003
142. Detachment 1/13/2003
143. Distracted Druggist 1/13/2003
144. Divine Detachment 1/13/2003
145. Divine Device 1/13/2003
146. Dolls 1/13/2003
147. Domestic Scene 1/13/2003
148. Don'T Cheer 1/13/2003
149. Dram-Shop Ditty 1/13/2003
150. Dreams 1/13/2003
151. Dreams Are Best 1/13/2003
152. Drifter 1/13/2003
153. Duello 1/13/2003
154. Dumb Swede 1/13/2003
155. Dunce 1/13/2003
156. Dylan 1/13/2003
157. Dyspeptic Clerk 1/13/2003
158. Each Day A Life 1/13/2003
159. Eighty Not Out 1/13/2003
160. Einstein 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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