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. Warsaw 1/13/2003
69. Rich Poor Man 1/13/2003
70. Willie 1/13/2003
71. Vain Venture 1/13/2003
72. Plebeian Plutocrat 1/13/2003
73. To Frank Dodd 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
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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