Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

1. The Argument 1/13/2003
2. The Healer 1/13/2003
3. Kings Must Die 1/13/2003
4. Triumph 1/13/2003
5. Lowly Laureate 1/13/2003
6. My Favourite Fan 1/13/2003
7. Lucindy Jane 1/13/2003
8. Our Pote 1/13/2003
9. The AlcÁZar 1/13/2003
10. Room 4: The Painter Chap 1/13/2003
11. Ripeness 1/13/2003
12. Room 5: The Concert Singer 1/13/2003
13. Portrait 1/13/2003
14. White-Collar Spaniard 1/13/2003
15. Village Don Juan 1/13/2003
16. Noctambule 1/13/2003
17. Kail Yard Bard 1/13/2003
18. The Afflicted 1/13/2003
19. Reverence 1/13/2003
20. Old Trouper 1/13/2003
21. My Masters 1/13/2003
22. My Chapel 1/13/2003
23. The Defeated 1/13/2003
24. On The Boulevard 1/13/2003
25. Suppose? 1/13/2003
26. Surtax 1/13/2003
27. The Idealist 1/13/2003
28. My Prisoner 1/13/2003
29. Julie Claire 1/13/2003
30. The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe 1/13/2003
31. Mactavish 1/13/2003
32. The Ballad Of Gum-Boot Ben 1/13/2003
33. Mad Maria 1/13/2003
34. Maids In May 1/13/2003
35. My Boss 1/13/2003
36. Retired 1/13/2003
37. The Artist 1/13/2003
38. Poor Peter 1/13/2003
39. The Great Recall 1/13/2003
40. The Aftermath 1/13/2003

Comments about Robert William Service

  • Mo (Maureen O''Connor) de Koff (9/7/2018 5:19:00 PM)

    Also, I believe it may be a typo in the second stanza, third line, of Robert William Service's poem Resignation, to begin that line alone with a lowercase o - especially as the second line ends with a period. It should read: Or, as I wear my collars high, how laundry men would gloat!

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  • Mo (Maureen O''Connor) de Koff (9/7/2018 5:15:00 PM)

    The first line of Robert William Service's poem Resignation, should read:
    I'd hate to be a centipede (of legs I've only two) ,
    The poem is written in Iambic heptameter (7 beats=14 syllables, or beats) . Not only does it start the poem out incorrectly with poor context, without the a, the meter and rhythm is thrown off, as well.

  • Dr..Marshall l. Goodwin (8/24/2018 4:53:00 AM)

    I have sat around the dinner table in our log cabin up in northern Maine and recited Services poems to my sons, grandsons and friends. Wonderful memories!

  • 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.

  • 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.'

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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You Can'T Can Love

I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.
Yet - that's exactly what she did and it only goes to prove,
That' what evr you do you can't put the lid on that crazy feeling Love.

Now that young tom-cod was a dreadful rake, and he had no wish to wed,
But he feared that her foolish heart would break, so this is what he said:
"Some fellows prize a woman's eyes, and some admire her lips,
While so

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