Robert William Service
Robert William Service Poems
- The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee There are strange things done in ...
- The Men That Don'T Fit In There's a race of men that don't ...
- A Hero Three times I had the lust to kill, To clutch a ...
- A Grain Of Sand If starry space no limit knows And sun...
- A Song Of Suicide Deeming that I were better dead, "How ...
- Home And Love Just Home and Love! the words are small Four ...
- The Shooting Of Dan Mcgrew A bunch of the boys were whooping ...
a poet and writer who has often been called "the Bard of the Yukon".
Service is best known for his poems "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" and "The Cremation of Sam McGee", from his first book, Songs of a Sourdough (1907; also published as The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses). "These humorous tales in verse were considered doggerel by the literary set, yet remain extremely popular to this day." Songs of a Sourdough has sold more than three million copies, making it the most commercially successful book of poetry of the 20th century.
Robert W. Service was born in Preston, Lancashire, England, ... more »
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''“Some praise the Lord for Light,Robert W. Service
The living spark;
I thank God for the Night
The healing dark.”''
''“I like to think that when I fall,Robert W. Service, Ballads of a Bohemian
A rain-drop in Deaths shoreless sea,
This shelf of books along the wall,
Beside my bed, will mourn for me.” ''
“The QuitterRobert W. Service
When youre lost in the Wild, and youre scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And youre sore as a boil, its according to Hoyle
“Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, grovelled down, yet grasped at glory,Robert W. Service, The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses
Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?
Done things just for the doing, letting babblers tell the stor...
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 ...