Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

1. "?" 1/13/2003
2. "Fighting Mac" 1/13/2003
3. (the Sunshine Seeks My Little Room) 1/13/2003
4. A Bachelor 1/13/2003
5. A Busy Man 1/13/2003
6. A Cabbage Patch 1/13/2003
7. A Canvas For A Crust 1/13/2003
8. A Casualty 1/13/2003
9. A Character 1/13/2003
10. A Domestic Tragedy 1/13/2003
11. A Grain Of Sand 1/13/2003
12. A Hero 1/13/2003
13. A Little Prayer 1/13/2003
14. A Lyric Day 1/13/2003
15. A Mediocre Man 1/13/2003
16. A Plea 1/13/2003
17. A Pot Of Tea 1/13/2003
18. A Rolling Stone 1/13/2003
19. A Rusty Nail 1/13/2003
20. A Snifter 1/13/2003
21. A Song For Kilts 1/13/2003
22. A Song Of Sixty-Five 1/13/2003
23. A Song Of Success 1/13/2003
24. A Song Of Suicide 1/13/2003
25. A Song Of The Sandbags 1/13/2003
26. A Song Of Winter Weather 1/13/2003
27. A Sourdough Story 1/13/2003
28. A Verseman's Apology 1/13/2003
29. A Year Ago 1/13/2003
30. Abandoned Dog 1/13/2003
31. Accordion 1/13/2003
32. Adoption 1/13/2003
33. Adventure 1/13/2003
34. Afternoon Tea 1/13/2003
35. Agnostic 1/13/2003
36. Agnostic Apology 1/13/2003
37. Alias Bill 1/13/2003
38. Allouette 1/13/2003
39. Alpine Holiday 1/13/2003
40. Amateur Poet 1/13/2003

Comments about Robert William Service

  • Rebel... (1/12/2018 2:46:00 AM)

    Few People ever said things better.

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  • 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.

  • Calico Jack Calico Jack (4/23/2012 10:47:00 AM)

    HAHA! Nice one Mag Uidhur. I cracked up reading your comment. Its about time somebody dropped some knowledge on the ignoramuses.

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 ...

Read the full of The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

The Enigma

The Sergeant of a Highland Reg-
-Iment was drilling of his men;
With temper notably on edge
He blest them every now and then.
A sweet old lady standing by,
Was looking on with fascination,
And then she dared this question shy,
That pertubates the Celtic nation.

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