Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

681. Going Home 1/13/2003
682. The Three Bares 1/13/2003
683. The Trust 1/13/2003
684. Wonder 1/13/2003
685. At Thirty-Five 1/13/2003
686. Inspiration 1/13/2003
687. Innocence 1/13/2003
688. Dreams 1/13/2003
689. Yellow 1/13/2003
690. Her Toys 1/13/2003
691. I'M Scared Of It All 1/13/2003
692. Causation 1/13/2003
693. Work 1/13/2003
694. Dunce 1/13/2003
695. It Is Later Than You Think 1/13/2003
696. At Eighty Years 1/13/2003
697. Celebates 1/13/2003
698. Ignorance 1/13/2003
699. Faith 1/13/2003
700. Alpine Holiday 1/13/2003
701. Dance-Hall Girls 1/13/2003
702. Imagination 1/13/2003
703. Shakespeare And Cervantes 1/13/2003
704. The Mother 1/13/2003
705. Cowardice 1/13/2003
706. The Quitter 1/13/2003
707. Heart O' The North 1/13/2003
708. Belated Conscience 1/13/2003
709. Growing Old 1/13/2003
710. Funk 1/13/2003
711. Dark Trinity 1/13/2003
712. Aunt Jane 1/13/2003
713. Fear 1/13/2003
714. Book Borrower 1/13/2003
715. Cows 1/13/2003
716. Breakfast 1/13/2003
717. Brave Coward 1/13/2003
718. The Wonderer 1/13/2003
719. Ambition 1/13/2003
720. Bonehead Bill 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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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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