Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

161. Unholy Trinity 1/13/2003
162. My Picture 1/13/2003
163. Tom 1/13/2003
164. My Consolation 1/13/2003
165. Patches 1/13/2003
166. Was It You? 1/13/2003
167. Tourist 1/13/2003
168. The Black Dudeen 1/13/2003
169. The Argument 1/13/2003
170. Portrait 1/13/2003
171. Sympathy 1/13/2003
172. Two Children 1/13/2003
173. The Missal Makers 1/13/2003
174. The Old 1/13/2003
175. The Buyers 1/13/2003
176. Teddy Bear 1/13/2003
177. The Last Supper 1/13/2003
178. The Seance 1/13/2003
179. The Pigeons Of St. Marks 1/13/2003
180. The Ghosts 1/13/2003
181. The Decision 1/13/2003
182. The Hand 1/13/2003
183. The Low-Down White 1/13/2003
184. My Garden 1/13/2003
185. Leaves 1/13/2003
186. My Bay'Nit 1/13/2003
187. Pooch 1/13/2003
188. Why? 1/13/2003
189. The Judgement 1/13/2003
190. Property 1/13/2003
191. The Seed 1/13/2003
192. Relativity 1/13/2003
193. The Song Of The Pacifist 1/13/2003
194. My Bear 1/13/2003
195. Tranquilism 1/13/2003
196. The Old General 1/13/2003
197. Romance 1/13/2003
198. Mary Ellen 1/13/2003
199. The Odyssey Of 'Erbert 'Iggins 1/13/2003
200. The Telegraph Operator 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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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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