Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

161. The Seed 1/13/2003
162. Property 1/13/2003
163. My Bay'Nit 1/13/2003
164. Pooch 1/13/2003
165. Leaves 1/13/2003
166. Why? 1/13/2003
167. The Judgement 1/13/2003
168. The Song Of The Pacifist 1/13/2003
169. Relativity 1/13/2003
170. The Low-Down White 1/13/2003
171. The Hand 1/13/2003
172. The Decision 1/13/2003
173. The Telegraph Operator 1/13/2003
174. My Garden 1/13/2003
175. The Odyssey Of 'Erbert 'Iggins 1/13/2003
176. Romance 1/13/2003
177. The Search 1/13/2003
178. The Mole 1/13/2003
179. My Hour 1/13/2003
180. The Old Armchair 1/13/2003
181. The Law Of Laws 1/13/2003
182. The Scribe's Prayer 1/13/2003
183. My Job 1/13/2003
184. The Portrait 1/13/2003
185. The Contrast 1/13/2003
186. Spats 1/13/2003
187. L'Escargot D'Or 1/13/2003
188. Prayer 1/13/2003
189. The Song Of The Mouth-Organ 1/13/2003
190. The Lost Master 1/13/2003
191. The Ape And God 1/13/2003
192. The Living Dead 1/13/2003
193. The Atavist 1/13/2003
194. Wallflower 1/13/2003
195. Poor Cock Robin 1/13/2003
196. Pedlar 1/13/2003
197. The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac 1/13/2003
198. Little Puddleton 1/13/2003
199. The Receptionist 1/13/2003
200. The Pigeon Shooting 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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Wistful

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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