Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

41. The Key Of The Street 1/13/2003
42. Two Blind Men 1/13/2003
43. The Idealist 1/13/2003
44. My Prisoner 1/13/2003
45. Julie Claire 1/13/2003
46. The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe 1/13/2003
47. Mactavish 1/13/2003
48. The Ballad Of Gum-Boot Ben 1/13/2003
49. Mad Maria 1/13/2003
50. Maids In May 1/13/2003
51. My Boss 1/13/2003
52. Retired 1/13/2003
53. The Artist 1/13/2003
54. Poor Peter 1/13/2003
55. The Great Recall 1/13/2003
56. The Aftermath 1/13/2003
57. The Headliner And The Breadliner 1/13/2003
58. My Garret 1/13/2003
59. The Homicide 1/13/2003
60. The Battle 1/13/2003
61. Man Child 1/13/2003
62. Old Sweethearts 1/13/2003
63. No Lilies For Lisette 1/13/2003
64. No Neck-Tie Party 1/13/2003
65. Ommission 1/13/2003
66. L'Envoi 1/13/2003
67. Politeness 1/13/2003
68. Rich Poor Man 1/13/2003
69. Willie 1/13/2003
70. Vain Venture 1/13/2003
71. Plebeian Plutocrat 1/13/2003
72. To Frank Dodd 1/13/2003
73. Prelude 1/13/2003
74. Procreation 1/13/2003
75. My House 1/13/2003
76. Violet De Vere 1/13/2003
77. Poor Kid 1/13/2003
78. May Miracle 1/13/2003
79. Old Scout 1/13/2003
80. Over The Parapet 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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