Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

241. I Shall Not Burn 1/13/2003
242. I Will Not Fight 1/13/2003
243. If You Had A Friend 1/13/2003
244. Ignorance 1/13/2003
245. I'M Scared Of It All 1/13/2003
246. Imagination 1/13/2003
247. Immortality 1/13/2003
248. Include Me Out 1/13/2003
249. Indifference 1/13/2003
250. Infidelity 1/13/2003
251. Infirmities 1/13/2003
252. Innocence 1/13/2003
253. Insomnia 1/13/2003
254. Inspiration 1/13/2003
255. Intolerance 1/13/2003
256. It Is Later Than You Think 1/13/2003
257. Jaloppy Joy 1/13/2003
258. Jane 1/13/2003
259. Jean Desprez 1/13/2003
260. Jim 1/13/2003
261. Jobson Of The Star 1/13/2003
262. Joey 1/13/2003
263. Julie Claire 1/13/2003
264. Julot The Apache 1/13/2003
265. Just Think! 1/13/2003
266. Kail Yard Bard 1/13/2003
267. Kathleen 1/13/2003
268. Katie Drummond 1/13/2003
269. Kelly Of The Legion 1/13/2003
270. Kings Must Die 1/13/2003
271. Kittens 1/13/2003
272. Land Mine 1/13/2003
273. Last Look 1/13/2003
274. Laughter 1/13/2003
275. Laziness 1/13/2003
276. Learn To Like 1/13/2003
277. Leaves 1/13/2003
278. L'Envoi 1/13/2003
279. Les Grands Mutiles 1/13/2003
280. L'Escargot D'Or 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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Wine Bibber

I would rather drink than eat,
And though I superbly sup,
Food, I feel, can never beat
Delectation of the cup.
Wine it is that crowns the feast;
Fish and fowl and fancy meat
Are of my delight the least:
I would rather drink than eat.

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