Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

121. Picture Dealer 1/13/2003
122. My Ancestors 1/13/2003
123. My Neighbors 1/13/2003
124. Portent 1/13/2003
125. The Answer 1/13/2003
126. Ragetty Doll 1/13/2003
127. Land Mine 1/13/2003
128. Visibility 1/13/2003
129. My Trinity 1/13/2003
130. Old Crony 1/13/2003
131. My Childhood God 1/13/2003
132. Milking Time 1/13/2003
133. Virginity 1/13/2003
134. My Tails 1/13/2003
135. The Actor 1/13/2003
136. Rivera Honeymoon 1/13/2003
137. The Sightless Man 1/13/2003
138. The Philanderer 1/13/2003
139. Mike 1/13/2003
140. Ripe Fruit 1/13/2003
141. Room 6: The Little Workgirl 1/13/2003
142. Resignation 1/13/2003
143. Tranquillity 1/13/2003
144. My Cross 1/13/2003
145. Striving 1/13/2003
146. Katie Drummond 1/13/2003
147. My Coffin 1/13/2003
148. Lost 1/13/2003
149. Pavement Poet 1/13/2003
150. The Red Retreat 1/13/2003
151. The Boola-Boola Maid 1/13/2003
152. The Logger 1/13/2003
153. The Lark 1/13/2003
154. Unholy Trinity 1/13/2003
155. My Picture 1/13/2003
156. Tom 1/13/2003
157. My Consolation 1/13/2003
158. Patches 1/13/2003
159. Was It You? 1/13/2003
160. Tourist 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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You Can'T Can Love

I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.
Yet - that's exactly what she did and it only goes to prove,
That' what evr you do you can't put the lid on that crazy feeling Love.

Now that young tom-cod was a dreadful rake, and he had no wish to wed,
But he feared that her foolish heart would break, so this is what he said:
"Some fellows prize a woman's eyes, and some admire her lips,
While so

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