Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

361. My Inner Life 1/13/2003
362. My Job 1/13/2003
363. My Library 1/13/2003
364. My Madonna 1/13/2003
365. My Masterpiece 1/13/2003
366. My Masters 1/13/2003
367. My Mate 1/13/2003
368. My Neighbors 1/13/2003
369. My Picture 1/13/2003
370. My Piney Wood 1/13/2003
371. My Prisoner 1/13/2003
372. My Rival 1/13/2003
373. My Rocking-Chair 1/13/2003
374. My Room 1/13/2003
375. My Son 1/13/2003
376. My Suicide 1/13/2003
377. My Tails 1/13/2003
378. My Trinity 1/13/2003
379. My Twins 1/13/2003
380. My Typewriter 1/13/2003
381. My Vineyard 1/13/2003
382. My White Mouse 1/13/2003
383. My Will 1/13/2003
384. Nature's Touch 1/13/2003
385. Nature's Way 1/13/2003
386. Navels 1/13/2003
387. Negress In Notre Dame 1/13/2003
388. Neighbours 1/13/2003
389. New Year's Eve 1/13/2003
390. No Lilies For Lisette 1/13/2003
391. No More Music 1/13/2003
392. No Neck-Tie Party 1/13/2003
393. No Sourdough 1/13/2003
394. No Sunday Chicken 1/13/2003
395. Noctambule 1/13/2003
396. O Lovely Lie 1/13/2003
397. Obesity 1/13/2003
398. Oh, It Is Good 1/13/2003
399. Old Bob 1/13/2003
400. Old Boy Scout 1/13/2003

Comments about Robert William Service

  • Donald Reid (4/9/2007 4:12:00 PM)

    Robert W Service must be one of the great poets of his generation. Indeed I would suggest that his popularity is increasing, certainly here in Ayrshire, Scotland. I've attended several functions lately and been delighted to hear classics such as The Cremation of Sam McGee and The Spell of the Yukon. I spend many a happy night enjoying his wonderful poems.

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  • Danuta Glendenning (3/23/2007 5:28:00 PM)

    This poem is simply brilliant in that it incorporates Science in the first verse, Hinduism in the second, and Buddhism in the third verse. I'm taking it to my Poetry class and will share it with other poetry lovers.

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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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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