Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

761. Aspiration 1/13/2003
762. Bookshelf 1/13/2003
763. I Shall Not Burn 1/13/2003
764. Work And Joy 1/13/2003
765. The Passing Of The Year 1/13/2003
766. Beachcomber 1/13/2003
767. Bill's Prayer 1/13/2003
768. Adventure 1/13/2003
769. I Have Some Friends 1/13/2003
770. Birds Of A Feather 1/13/2003
771. Contentment 1/13/2003
772. The Quitter 1/13/2003
773. Barb-Wire Bill 1/13/2003
774. Captivity 1/13/2003
775. Brother Jim 1/13/2003
776. Awake To Smile 1/13/2003
777. Agnostic 1/13/2003
778. Bill's Grave 1/13/2003
779. Adoption 1/13/2003
780. A Sourdough Story 1/13/2003
781. Canine Conversation 1/13/2003
782. Tipperary Days 1/13/2003
783. Amateur Poet 1/13/2003
784. A Song Of The Sandbags 1/13/2003
785. Bingo 1/13/2003
786. A Song Of Winter Weather 1/13/2003
787. CafÉ Comedy 1/13/2003
788. Breath Is Enough 1/13/2003
789. Agnostic Apology 1/13/2003
790. Courage 1/13/2003
791. Brave New World 1/13/2003
792. An Olive Fire 1/13/2003
793. Birthday 1/13/2003
794. A Snifter 1/13/2003
795. Bird Sanctuary 1/13/2003
796. Young Fellow My Lad 1/13/2003
797. A Song For Kilts 1/13/2003
798. Bill The Bomber 1/13/2003
799. Book Lover 1/13/2003
800. A Plea 1/13/2003

Comments about Robert William Service

  • Donald Reid (4/9/2007 4:12:00 PM)

    Robert W Service must be one of the great poets of his generation. Indeed I would suggest that his popularity is increasing, certainly here in Ayrshire, Scotland. I've attended several functions lately and been delighted to hear classics such as The Cremation of Sam McGee and The Spell of the Yukon. I spend many a happy night enjoying his wonderful poems.

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  • Danuta Glendenning (3/23/2007 5:28:00 PM)

    This poem is simply brilliant in that it incorporates Science in the first verse, Hinduism in the second, and Buddhism in the third verse. I'm taking it to my Poetry class and will share it with other poetry lovers.

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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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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