Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

1. Pilgrims 1/13/2003
2. The Argument 1/13/2003
3. The Healer 1/13/2003
4. Triumph 1/13/2003
5. Trixie 1/13/2003
6. Kings Must Die 1/13/2003
7. Rhyme-Smith 1/13/2003
8. Lowly Laureate 1/13/2003
9. My Favourite Fan 1/13/2003
10. Lucindy Jane 1/13/2003
11. Our Pote 1/13/2003
12. The AlcÁZar 1/13/2003
13. Room 4: The Painter Chap 1/13/2003
14. Ripeness 1/13/2003
15. The Cat With Wings 1/13/2003
16. Room 5: The Concert Singer 1/13/2003
17. Portrait 1/13/2003
18. White-Collar Spaniard 1/13/2003
19. Village Don Juan 1/13/2003
20. Noctambule 1/13/2003
21. The Afflicted 1/13/2003
22. Reverence 1/13/2003
23. Old Trouper 1/13/2003
24. The Host 1/13/2003
25. Priscilla 1/13/2003
26. My Masters 1/13/2003
27. My Chapel 1/13/2003
28. The Defeated 1/13/2003
29. Miss Mischievous 1/13/2003
30. On The Boulevard 1/13/2003
31. Sympathy 1/13/2003
32. Vanity 1/13/2003
33. Playboy 1/13/2003
34. Suppose? 1/13/2003
35. The Little Piou-Piou 1/13/2003
36. My Book 1/13/2003
37. The Palace 1/13/2003
38. The Macaronis 1/13/2003
39. Surtax 1/13/2003
40. My Feud 1/13/2003

Comments about Robert William Service

  • 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.'

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  • 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.

  • Bob Dougherty (4/9/2017 8:35:00 PM)

    One cannot compare Service and Wordsworth. Neither could have written the other's works. We should praise both. Service's poems are incredibly imaginative narrative works that captivate all but the dull. His directness is a poetic marvel too admire. When I first read the Shooting of D.... I was hooked.

  • Albert Short (7/24/2016 3:55:00 PM)

    Mr Baneville would rather read pages and pages of explanations of a poets work explaining what he was trying to say when you know exactly what Mr Service is saying immediately. By the way Robert W Service has sold many more books of poetry than Wordsworth.So evidently somebody likes him. But Service was a modest man and when he was being lauded he said oh don't put me up there with the big boys just call me rhymer. And what a rhymer he was.

  • Poetic Breath Poetic Breath (7/22/2016 8:20:00 AM)

    I love to read poems by this poet

  • James Banville (8/15/2015 6:11:00 AM)

    Rubbish. How can anyone but a moron take this drivel seriously? Wordsworth must be spinning in his grave.

  • Rich Persoff (1/22/2014 6:46:00 PM)

    Interestingly enough, the ugly American was an unhandsome person who (as I remember from having read the book more than 40 years ago) was a particularly nice guy and did a lot for the local people. Unfortunate but understandable, that his nickname has become an epithet for the kind of person Mag describes, but whom he most decidedly was not!

  • Acupuncter Zen (6/20/2012 6:50:00 PM)

    Mag Uidhir: Actually, The Ugly American, is book, and even a movie which starred Marlon Brando. You in turn are sounding a bit of an ass by trying to school people in the obvious. Enjoy the poetry and save the pedantic for your epitaph.

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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