Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

161. Two Blind Men 1/13/2003
162. The Artist 1/13/2003
163. Old Sweethearts 1/13/2003
164. Politeness 1/13/2003
165. Poor Kid 1/13/2003
166. The Pigeons Of St. Marks 1/13/2003
167. The Ghosts 1/13/2003
168. The Seance 1/13/2003
169. The Last Supper 1/13/2003
170. Teddy Bear 1/13/2003
171. The Missal Makers 1/13/2003
172. The Buyers 1/13/2003
173. The Old 1/13/2003
174. Property 1/13/2003
175. The Seed 1/13/2003
176. The Judgement 1/13/2003
177. The Song Of The Pacifist 1/13/2003
178. Leaves 1/13/2003
179. My Bay'Nit 1/13/2003
180. Why? 1/13/2003
181. Pooch 1/13/2003
182. Tranquilism 1/13/2003
183. My Bear 1/13/2003
184. The Old General 1/13/2003
185. The Black Sheep 1/13/2003
186. The Hand 1/13/2003
187. The Low-Down White 1/13/2003
188. The Decision 1/13/2003
189. Kathleen 1/13/2003
190. My Garden 1/13/2003
191. My Job 1/13/2003
192. Room 7: The Coco-Fiend 1/13/2003
193. The Portrait 1/13/2003
194. The Contrast 1/13/2003
195. Joey 1/13/2003
196. The Mole 1/13/2003
197. My Hour 1/13/2003
198. The Old Armchair 1/13/2003
199. The Scribe's Prayer 1/13/2003
200. The Law Of Laws 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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