Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

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  • Richard Thompson (6/2/2018 11:52:00 AM)

    I have memorized and delivered many of the Robert Service poetry at clubs and private parties.

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  • Sameer verma (5/24/2018 1:52:00 AM)

    Nice poem

  • Cleveland Gibson (4/17/2018 7:47:00 AM)

    I read the 'shooting of Dan' and learnt it by heart.
    It was an experience, I used to say it to my son' and he enjoyed it.
    I ought to point out at that time I'd never written any poetry.
    Next I read 'The Highwayman' and wrote a tribute poem called 'After The Highwayman. I might now consider writing something in the Robert Service vein. Who knows? '

  • Mayank (4/11/2018 9:19:00 AM)

    Summery

  • Ronald Wheeler (3/26/2018 5:36:00 PM)

    Anybody who criticizes Robert W. Service is not only an -hole who knows nothing about poetry, but is severely lacking in intelligence.

  • Leonard Gill (3/18/2018 5:43:00 PM)

    Looking for a poem by Robert Service that Begins 'There were two artists A & B

  • Ronald G. Wheeler (2/2/2018 10:03:00 AM)

    Wrote over 800 poems, surely more than any other poet. My favorites: 'Cocotte' and 'Little moccasins.'

  • Rebel... (1/12/2018 2:46:00 AM)

    Few People ever said things better.

  • Rebel (1/12/2018 2:44:00 AM)

    Terri. Your poem is... The Ballad Of Blasphemous Bill by Robert William Service

  • Terri (1/3/2018 11:51:00 AM)

    I am looking for the poem where the guy found his dead friend and he had to cut him to put him in the box he brought for him.

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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