Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

201. Spats 1/13/2003
202. The Song Of The Mouth-Organ 1/13/2003
203. L'Escargot D'Or 1/13/2003
204. Prayer 1/13/2003
205. Wallflower 1/13/2003
206. Poor Cock Robin 1/13/2003
207. Pedlar 1/13/2003
208. The Lost Master 1/13/2003
209. The Ape And God 1/13/2003
210. The Living Dead 1/13/2003
211. The Atavist 1/13/2003
212. Last Look 1/13/2003
213. The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac 1/13/2003
214. The Receptionist 1/13/2003
215. Little Puddleton 1/13/2003
216. Reptiles And Roses 1/13/2003
217. Treat 'Em Rough 1/13/2003
218. The Pigeon Shooting 1/13/2003
219. The Mystery Of Mister Smith 1/13/2003
220. Stupidity 1/13/2003
221. The Robbers 1/13/2003
222. Poor Poet 1/13/2003
223. Nature's Touch 1/13/2003
224. My Husbands 1/13/2003
225. Our Daily Bread 1/13/2003
226. The Revelation 1/13/2003
227. My Room 1/13/2003
228. The Convalescent 1/13/2003
229. Les Grands Mutiles 1/13/2003
230. Quatrains 1/13/2003
231. The Hinterland 1/13/2003
232. The Death Of Marie Toro 1/13/2003
233. My Hero 1/13/2003
234. The Pines 1/13/2003
235. Longevity 1/13/2003
236. Weary Waitress 1/13/2003
237. Old Ed 1/13/2003
238. No Sourdough 1/13/2003
239. Orphan School 1/13/2003
240. My White Mouse 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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