Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

121. Weary 1/13/2003
122. My Ancestors 1/13/2003
123. The Booby-Trap 1/13/2003
124. Washerwife 1/13/2003
125. My Holiday 1/13/2003
126. Poet And Peer 1/13/2003
127. Village Virtue 1/13/2003
128. The Score 1/13/2003
129. My Neighbors 1/13/2003
130. Portent 1/13/2003
131. The Answer 1/13/2003
132. Ragetty Doll 1/13/2003
133. Land Mine 1/13/2003
134. Visibility 1/13/2003
135. My Trinity 1/13/2003
136. Old Crony 1/13/2003
137. My Childhood God 1/13/2003
138. Milking Time 1/13/2003
139. My Tails 1/13/2003
140. The Parting 1/13/2003
141. The Actor 1/13/2003
142. The Sightless Man 1/13/2003
143. The Philanderer 1/13/2003
144. Rivera Honeymoon 1/13/2003
145. Mike 1/13/2003
146. Ripe Fruit 1/13/2003
147. Room 6: The Little Workgirl 1/13/2003
148. Resignation 1/13/2003
149. My Cross 1/13/2003
150. Tranquillity 1/13/2003
151. Striving 1/13/2003
152. Katie Drummond 1/13/2003
153. My Coffin 1/13/2003
154. Pavement Poet 1/13/2003
155. The Red Retreat 1/13/2003
156. Lost 1/13/2003
157. The Boola-Boola Maid 1/13/2003
158. The Logger 1/13/2003
159. The Lark 1/13/2003
160. Unholy Trinity 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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