Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

721. The Mountain And The Lake 1/13/2003
722. The Outlaw 1/13/2003
723. Bird Sanctuary 1/13/2003
724. Your Poem 1/13/2003
725. Second Childhood 11/28/2014
726. The Bread-Knife Ballad 1/13/2003
727. A Domestic Tragedy 1/13/2003
728. A Character 1/13/2003
729. Breath Is Enough 1/13/2003
730. Wistful 1/13/2003
731. The Song Of The Soldier-Born 1/13/2003
732. I Shall Not Burn 1/13/2003
733. The Sniper 1/13/2003
734. Barb-Wire Bill 1/13/2003
735. The Comforter 1/13/2003
736. Moon Song 1/13/2003
737. My Inner Life 1/13/2003
738. A Song Of Winter Weather 1/13/2003
739. Dreams 1/13/2003
740. Agnostic Apology 1/13/2003
741. A Pot Of Tea 1/13/2003
742. Bookshelf 1/13/2003
743. The Lunger 1/13/2003
744. The Wonderer 1/13/2003
745. Soldier Boy 1/13/2003
746. Someone's Mother 1/13/2003
747. My Guardian Angel 1/13/2003
748. Jean Desprez 1/13/2003
749. The Spell Of The Yukon 1/13/2003
750. Adventure 1/13/2003
751. The Ballad Of The Ice-Worm Cocktail 1/13/2003
752. Dolls 1/13/2003
753. My Future 1/13/2003
754. The End Of The Trail 1/13/2003
755. The Rhyme Of The Restless Ones 1/13/2003
756. Dreams Are Best 1/13/2003
757. My Dog 1/13/2003
758. Death And Life 1/13/2003
759. A Casualty 1/13/2003
760. Death Of A Cockroach 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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Wistful

Oh how I'd be gay and glad
If a little house I had,
Snuggled in a shady lot,
With behind a garden plot;
Simple grub, old duds to wear,
A book, a pipe, a rocking-chair . . .
You would never hear me grouse
If I had a little house.

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