Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Robert William Service Poems

1. Pilgrims 1/13/2003
2. Kings Must Die 1/13/2003
3. Lowly Laureate 1/13/2003
4. Victory Stuff 1/13/2003
5. My Favourite Fan 1/13/2003
6. Our Pote 1/13/2003
7. Pantheist 1/13/2003
8. Room 4: The Painter Chap 1/13/2003
9. Room 5: The Concert Singer 1/13/2003
10. Portrait 1/13/2003
11. Village Don Juan 1/13/2003
12. White-Collar Spaniard 1/13/2003
13. Noctambule 1/13/2003
14. The Afflicted 1/13/2003
15. My Calendar 1/13/2003
16. Old Trouper 1/13/2003
17. The Host 1/13/2003
18. Priscilla 1/13/2003
19. My Masters 1/13/2003
20. My Chapel 1/13/2003
21. The Defeated 1/13/2003
22. On The Boulevard 1/13/2003
23. Tea On The Lawn 1/13/2003
24. Playboy 1/13/2003
25. My Book 1/13/2003
26. The Little Piou-Piou 1/13/2003
27. The Palace 1/13/2003
28. Pipe Smoker 1/13/2003
29. The Macaronis 1/13/2003
30. Surtax 1/13/2003
31. My Feud 1/13/2003
32. My Hundred Books 1/13/2003
33. The Fool 1/13/2003
34. The Idealist 1/13/2003
35. My Prisoner 1/13/2003
36. Julie Claire 1/13/2003
37. The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe 1/13/2003
38. Mactavish 1/13/2003
39. The Ballad Of Gum-Boot Ben 1/13/2003
40. Maids In May 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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