Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

321. Moon-Lover 1/13/2003
322. Mud 1/13/2003
323. Munition Maker 1/13/2003
324. Murderers 1/13/2003
325. Music In The Bush 1/13/2003
326. My Ancestors 1/13/2003
327. My Bay'Nit 1/13/2003
328. My Bear 1/13/2003
329. My Book 1/13/2003
330. My Boss 1/13/2003
331. My Brothers 1/13/2003
332. My Calendar 1/13/2003
333. My Cancer Cure 1/13/2003
334. My Centenarian 1/13/2003
335. My Chapel 1/13/2003
336. My Childhood God 1/13/2003
337. My Coffin 1/13/2003
338. My Consolation 1/13/2003
339. My Cross 1/13/2003
340. My Cuckoo Clock 1/13/2003
341. My Dentist 1/13/2003
342. My Dog 1/13/2003
343. My Dog's My Boss 1/13/2003
344. My Favoured Fare 1/13/2003
345. My Favourite Fan 1/13/2003
346. My Feud 1/13/2003
347. My Foe 1/13/2003
348. My Friends 1/13/2003
349. My Future 1/13/2003
350. My Garden 1/13/2003
351. My Garret 1/13/2003
352. My Guardian Angel 1/13/2003
353. My Hero 1/13/2003
354. My Holiday 1/13/2003
355. My Hour 1/13/2003
356. My House 1/13/2003
357. My Hundred Books 1/13/2003
358. My Husbands 1/13/2003
359. My Husky Team 1/13/2003
360. My Indian Summer 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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