Robert W. Service
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born
January 16, 1874
died
September 11, 1958
place of birth
Preston, The United Kingdom
about this author
Just think! some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold gray stone,
And trace a name with silver beam,
And lo! 'twill be your own.
That night is speeding on to greet
Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
Within the heart of Time.
A little gain, a little pain,
A laugh lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
A star gleam on a stone.
Service was born into a Scottish family while they were living in Preston, England. He was schooled in Scotland, attending Hillhead High School in Glasgow. He moved to Canada at the age of 21 when he gave up his job working in a Glasgow bank, and traveled to Vancouver Island, British Columbia with his Buffalo Bill outfi...more
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Collected Poems of Robert Service by Robert W. Service avg rating 4.35 — 88 ratings — published 1979 3 editions |
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The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service avg rating 4.35 — 74 ratings — published 1986 4 editions |
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The Spell of the Yukon by Robert W. Service avg rating 4.29 — 31 ratings — published 1978 4 editions |
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The Best of Robert Service by Robert W. Service avg rating 4.43 — 23 ratings — published 1953 10 editions |
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Best Tales of the Yukon: Including the Classic "Shooting of Dan McGrew" and "the Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service avg rating 4.45 — 20 ratings — published 1983 4 editions |
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The Shooting of Dan McGrew and Other Poems by Robert W. Service avg rating 3.75 — 8 ratings — published 1993 |
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Songs of a Sourdough by Robert W. Service avg rating 4.75 — 4 ratings — published 1940 2 editions |
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More Collected Verse by Robert W. Service avg rating 5.00 — 3 ratings — published 1972 |
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The Very Best of Robert Service by Robert W. Service avg rating 3.75 — 4 ratings — published 2002 2 editions |
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Rhymes of a Rolling Stone by Robert W. Service avg rating 4.00 — 3 ratings — published 2002 2 editions |
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"There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest."
— Robert W. Service
A race that can't sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest."
— Robert W. Service
"There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin;
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new."
— Robert W. Service
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin;
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new."
— Robert W. Service
"There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting;
It's luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting
so much as just finding the gold.
It's the forests where silence has lease;
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It's the stillness that fills me with peace."
— Robert W. Service
It's luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting
so much as just finding the gold.
It's the forests where silence has lease;
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It's the stillness that fills me with peace."
— Robert W. Service

















