Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

481. The Christmas Tree 1/13/2003
482. The Thinker 1/13/2003
483. The Auction Sale 1/13/2003
484. Rosy-Kins 1/13/2003
485. Moon-Lover 1/13/2003
486. Sailor Son 1/13/2003
487. Success 1/13/2003
488. Rover's Rest 1/13/2003
489. Ruins 1/13/2003
490. Roulette 1/13/2003
491. The March Of The Dead 1/13/2003
492. Careers 1/13/2003
493. Simplicity 1/13/2003
494. Spanish Men 1/13/2003
495. Jim 1/13/2003
496. Slugging Saint 1/13/2003
497. The Womb 1/13/2003
498. Laughter 1/13/2003
499. Sea Sorcery 1/13/2003
500. Song Of The Sardine 1/13/2003
501. Lobster For Lunch 1/13/2003
502. Sinister Sooth 1/13/2003
503. The Trail Of Ninety-Eight 1/13/2003
504. To A Tycoon 1/13/2003
505. The Trail Of No Return 1/13/2003
506. Death's Way 1/13/2003
507. Three Wives 1/13/2003
508. Sacrifice 1/13/2003
509. Son 1/13/2003
510. Finnigan's Finish 1/13/2003
511. Grey Gull 1/13/2003
512. The Wee Shop 1/13/2003
513. Florentine Pilgrim 1/13/2003
514. Flies 1/13/2003
515. Hero Worship 1/13/2003
516. His Boys 1/13/2003
517. Jaloppy Joy 1/13/2003
518. The Wildy Ones 1/13/2003
519. Dram-Shop Ditty 1/13/2003
520. Forgotten Master 1/13/2003
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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