Robert Service: The Lone Trail (English)

 
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, 
Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. 
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die. 

The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; 
You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide; 
And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan, 
Yet you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on. 
And somehow you're sick of the highway, with its noise and its easy needs, 
And you seek the risk of the by-way, and you reck not where it leads. 
And sometimes it leads to the desert, and the togue swells out of the mouth, 
And you stagger blind to the mirage, to die in the mocking drouth. 
And sometimes it leads to the mountain, to the light of the lone camp-fire, 
And you gnaw your belt in the anguish of hunger-goded desire. 
And sometimes it leads to the Southland, to the swamp where the orchid glows, 
And you rave to your grave with the fever, and they rob the corpse for its clothes. 
And sometimes it leads to the Northland, and the scurvy softens your bones, 
And your flesh dints in like putty, and you spit out your teeth like stones. 
And sometimes it leads to a coral reef in the wash of a weedy sea, 
And you sit and stare at the empty glare where the gulls wait greedily. 
And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze, 
And you whittle away the useless clay, and crawl on your hands and knees. 
Often it leads to the dead-pit; always it leads to pain; 
By the bones of your brothers ye know it, but oh, to follow you're fain. 
By your bones they will follow behind you, till the ways of the world are made plain. 

Bid good-by to sweetheart, bid good-by to friend; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to the end. 
Tarry not, and fear not, chosen of the true; 
Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you.

Service De Robert: La Seule Traînée (French)

 
Ye qui connaissent que la seule traînée volontiers le suivrait, bien 
qu'elle mènent à se glorifier ou l'obscurité du puits. Ye qui 
prennent la seule traînée, a offert votre amour bon-par; La seule 
traînée, la seule traînée suivent jusqu'à ce que tu meures. 

Les traînées du monde soient innombrables, et la plupart des 
traînées soient essayées; Tu marches sur les talons des nombreux, 
jusqu'à ce que tu viennes où les manières se divisent; Et on se 
trouve coffre-fort à la lumière du soleil, et l'autre est morne et 
blême, pourtant tu regardes de travers la seule traînée, et la 
seule traînée te leurre dessus. Et de façon ou d'autre tu es malade 
de la route, avec son bruit et ses besoins faciles, et tu cherches le 
risque du by-way, et de toi reck pas où il mène. Et parfois il mène 
au désert, et le togue gonfle hors de la bouche, et tu chancelles 
l'abat-jour au mirage, pour mourir dans le drouth de raillerie. Et 
parfois il mène à la montagne, à la lumière du seul feu de camp, 
et tu ronges votre ceinture dans l'anguish du désir de faim-goded. Et 
parfois il mène au Southland, au marais où l'orchid rougeoie, et tu 
délires à votre tombe avec la fièvre, et ils volent le cadavre pour 
ses vêtements. Et parfois il mène au Northland, et le scorbut 
ramollit vos os, et vos fosses de chair dedans comme le mastic, et tu 
craches hors de vos dents comme des pierres. Et parfois il mène à un 
récif de corail dans le lavage d'une mer weedy, et tu t'assieds et 
regardes fixement la lueur vide où les mouettes attendent avidement. 
Et parfois elle mène à une traînée arctique, et aux neige où vos 
pieds déchirés gèlent, et tu tailles loin l'argile inutile, et le 
rampement au couteau sur vos mains et genoux. Souvent elle mène au 
mort-puits; toujours elle mène à la douleur; Par les os de votre 
ye de frères la savoir, mais l'OH, pour te suivre sont trop heureux. 
De vos os ils suivront derrière toi, jusqu'à ce que les manières du 
monde soient faites tout simplement. 

Offrir bon-par à l'amoureux, offre bon-par à l'ami; La seule 
traînée, la seule traînée suivent à l'extrémité. Goudronneux 
pas, et crainte pas, choisi du vrai; L'amoureux de la seule 
traînée, la seule traînée t'attend.

Robert Service: Die Einsame Spur (German)

 
Ye, das kennen, daß die einsame Spur fain ihm folgen würde, obwohl 
sie führt, um zu genießen oder die Schwärzung der Grube. Ye, das 
die einsame Spur nehmen, bot Ihre Liebe gut-durch; Die einsame Spur, 
die einsame Spur folgen, bis Sie sterben. 

Die Spuren der Welt sind unzählig, und die meisten Spuren werden 
versucht; Sie treten auf den Fersen von den vielen, bis Sie kommen, 
wohin die Weisen sich teilen; Und man liegt Safe im Tageslicht, und 
das andere ist trostlos und wan, dennoch betrachten Sie aslant der 
einsamen Spur, und die einsame Spur lockt Sie an an. Und irgendwie 
sind Sie Kranker der Landstraße, mit seinen Geräuschen und seinen 
einfachen Notwendigkeiten, und Sie suchen die Gefahr des Seitenwegs 
und Sie reck, nicht wo es führt. Und manchmal führt es zu die 
Wüste, und das togue schwillt aus der Öffnung heraus, und Sie 
schwanken Vorhang zum Trugbild, um im verspottenden drouth zu 
sterben. Und manchmal führt es zu den Berg, zum Licht des einsamen 
Lagerfeuers, und Sie zerfressen Ihren Riemen in der Qual des 
Hunger-goded Wunsches. Und manchmal führt er zu den Süden, zum 
Sumpf, in dem die Orchidee glüht, und Sie rave zu Ihrem Grab mit dem 
Fieber, und sie berauben die Leiche für seine Kleidung. Und manchmal 
führt sie zu das Northland, und der Skorbut erweicht Ihre Knochen und 
Ihre Fleischsenken innen wie Kitt, und Sie spucken aus Ihren Zähnen 
wie Steinen. Und manchmal führt er zu ein Korallenriff in der Wäsche 
von einem weedy Meer, und Sie sitzen und starren entlang des leeren 
grellen Glanzes an, in dem die Möven gierig warten. Und manchmal 
führt er zu eine arktische Spur und den Schnee, in dem Ihre heftig 
gezerrissenen Füße einfrieren, und Sie weg den unbrauchbaren Lehm 
und Schleichen auf Ihren Händen und Knien whittle. Häufig führt er 
zu die Totgrube; immer führt er zu die Schmerz; Durch die Knochen 
Ihres Brüder ye ihn kennen, aber OH-, Ihnen zu folgen sind fain. Von 
Ihren Knochen folgen sie hinter Sie, bis die Weisen der Welt deutlich 
gebildet werden. 

Gut-durch zu Schatz, Angebot bieten gut-durch zu Freund; Die einsame 
Spur, die einsame Spur folgen zum Ende. Teerig nicht und Furcht nicht, 
gewählt vom zutreffenden; Geliebter der einsamen Spur, die einsame 
Spur wartet Sie.

Serviço De Robert: A Fuga Solitária (Portuguese)

 
Ye que conhece que a fuga solitária fain o seguiria, embora conduz 
para glory ou a escuridão do poço. Ye que faz exame da fuga 
solitária, ofereceu seu amor bom-por; A fuga solitária, a fuga 
solitária segue até que você morre. 

As fugas do mundo sejam incontáveis, e a maioria das fugas sejam 
tentadas; Você pisa nos saltos do muitos, até que você vem aonde as 
maneiras se dividem; E um encontra-se cofre na luz solar, e o outro é 
dreary e wan, contudo você olha aslant na fuga solitária, e a fuga 
solitária lures o sobre. E de algum modo você é doente da estrada, 
com seu ruído e suas necessidades fáceis, e você procura o risco do 
by-way, e de você reck não onde conduz. E às vezes conduz ao 
deserto, e o togue incha fora da boca, e você desconcerta a cortina 
ao mirage, para morrer no drouth mocking. E às vezes conduz à 
montanha, à luz do camp-fire solitário, e você gnaw sua correia no 
anguish do desejo da fome-goded. E às vezes conduz ao Southland, ao 
swamp onde o orchid incandesce, e você rave a sua sepultura com a 
febre, e roubam o corpse para sua roupa. E às vezes conduz ao 
Northland, e o scurvy amacía seus ossos, e seus dints da carne dentro 
como o putty, e você cospe para fora de seus dentes como pedras. E 
às vezes conduz a um recife coral na lavagem de um mar weedy, e você 
senta-se e olha-se fixamente no brilho vazio onde os gulls esperam 
greedily. E às vezes conduz a uma fuga ártica, e às neves onde seus 
pés rasgados se congelam, e você whittle afastado a argila inútil, 
e o rastejamento em seus mãos e joelhos. Frequentemente conduz ao 
inoperante-poço; sempre conduz à dor; Pelos ossos de seu ye dos 
irmãos sabê-lo, mas o oh, para segui-lo é fain. Por seus ossos 
seguirão atrás de você, até que as maneiras do mundo são feitas 
claramente. 

Oferecer bom- ao sweetheart, oferta bom- ao amigo; A fuga solitária, 
a fuga solitária segue à extremidade. Tarry não, e medo não, 
escolhido do verdadeiro; O amante da fuga solitária, a fuga 
solitária espera-o.

Servicio De Roberto: El Rastro Solitario (Spanish)

 
Ye que conoce que el rastro solitario lo seguiría fain, aunque 
conduce para glory o la oscuridad del hoyo. Ye que toma el rastro 
solitario, hizo una oferta su amor bueno-por; El rastro solitario, el 
rastro solitario sigue hasta que usted muere. 

Los rastros del mundo sean incontables, y la mayoría de los rastros 
se intenten; Usted pisa en los talones del muchos, hasta que usted 
viene adonde las maneras se dividen; Y uno miente caja fuerte en la 
luz del sol, y el otro es aburrido y wan, con todo usted mira 
oblicuamente el rastro solitario, y el rastro solitario le engaña 
encendido. Y usted es de alguna manera enfermo de la carretera, con su 
ruido y sus necesidades fáciles, y usted busca el riesgo del desvío, 
y de usted reck no donde conduce. Y conduce a veces al desierto, y el 
togue se hincha fuera de la boca, y usted escalona la persiana al 
espejismo, para morir en el drouth de imitación. Y conduce a veces a 
la montaña, a la luz del camp-fire solitario, y usted roe su correa 
en la angustia del deseo del hambre-goded. Y conduce a veces al 
Southland, al pantano donde brilla intensamente la orquídea, y usted 
delira a su sepulcro con la fiebre, y roban el cadáver para sus 
ropas. Y conduce a veces al Northland, y el escorbuto ablanda sus 
huesos, y sus dints de la carne adentro como la masilla, y usted 
escupe fuera de sus dientes como piedras. Y conduce a veces a un 
filón coralino en la colada de un mar weedy, y usted se sienta y mira 
fijamente el fulgor vacío donde los gulls esperan codicioso. Y 
conduce a veces a un rastro ártico, y a las nieves donde sus pies 
rasgados congelan, y usted corta lejos la arcilla inútil, y el 
arrastre en sus manos y rodillas. Conduce a menudo al muerto-hoyo; 
conduce siempre al dolor; Al lado de los huesos de su ye de los 
hermanos saberlo, pero el oh, seguirle es fain. Por sus huesos 
seguirán detrás de usted, hasta que las maneras del mundo se hacen 
claramente. 

Hacer una oferta bueno-por al amor, oferta bueno-por a amigo; El 
rastro solitario, el rastro solitario sigue al extremo. Tarry no, y 
miedo no, elegido del verdad; El amante del rastro solitario, el 
rastro solitario le espera.

Robert Service: The Lone Trail (Blogs)

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Buddies in the Saddle: Robert W. Service, The Spell of the Yukon ... by Ron Scheer (2013/05/24 04:00)
Robert W. Service (1874-1958) burst upon the scene in 1907 with this collection of poems, published first in Canada as Songs of a Sourdough, where it was an immediate success. Born of a Scots family in England, he was ...
rhymeswithplague: Showing you that poem about Sarah Cynthia ... by rhymeswithplague (2013/05/23 06:03)
by Robert Henry Brague In a house at the edge of a deep, dark wood, Near the place where Irene's castle once stood, There lived a young woman named Iris McGee. She washed clothes on Mondays from seven to three; ...
The Poem | Oak Trees and Mariachi by oaktreesandmariachi (2013/05/14 13:41)
One of the few days I had off, I strolled into Orca Book and Sound book store there and found The Illustrated Robert Service. It was costly as ... 'Twas the hand of Fate, and to-morrow straight we would seek the lone moose trail.
You Say You Want a Revolution? | JONATHAN TURLEY by jonathanturley (2013/05/03 21:03)
Although many clinicians use the terms psychopath and sociopath interchangeably, writes psychopath expert Robert Hare on his book 'Without Conscience', a sociopath's criminal behavior is shaped by social forces and is the result ... Bron: Part of your comment was good but Capitalism is about creating “fair competition” so individuals and companies compete to produce the best invention, product or service – which requires a fair set of rules and an honest referree.
Poem: “Wisteria” | Catholic Lane by Stacy Peterson (2013/05/03 07:20)
Yet I know that if I'd stooped down and / Tenderly cradled the lone blossom between my thumb and forefinger, / Drawing it up to my nose, / She would have perfumed my senses. / I felt satisfied that I'd stopped along the trail, ...
dolce vita: Poetry for those who don't think they like poetry... by kaida (2013/04/30 15:21)
Why Do Birds Sing? by Robert W. Service. Let poets piece ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,. Howled out ...
Dead Poets … Sold Out Bards … The “P” in Poetry is “P”olitical ... by Paul Haeder (2013/04/13 08:05)
And, as an educator, journalist, poet and fiction writer, who advocates advocacy planning, teaching, writing and arts, well, I see we are in some odd times with the collision of forces whittling away education at the PK12 level as well as in higher education, and community .... He has received other recognition such as the Robert Creeley Award, the National Hispanic Cultural Center Literary Award, the PEN/Revson Fellowship and a Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship.
Poems flare with precise intensity - Coastal Spectator by Andrea (2013/03/09 10:34)
Central to the book is the section called Birch, inspired by Robert Payne's biography of Vladimir Lenin. Steudel gathers points of illumination and lays them out, side by side, to form a kind of collage. Found poems, lists, quotes ...
The Immoral Minority: "The Cremation of Sarah Palin." I think my ... by Gryphen (2013/03/06 11:00)
This was too good to simply sample here so I cut and pasted the whole poem, I don't think Geoffrey would mind, however I would appreciate it if you could click this link to HuffPo, so that they get the traffic as this was originally posted by ..... BY ROBERT W. SERVICE 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, ...
Geoffrey Dunn: The Cremation of Sarah Palin - Huffington Post by Geoffrey Dunn (2013/03/06 07:06)
(With apologies to Robert Service) ... Over the Iron Dog Trail. Talk of your cold! Through her Arctic Cat parka's fold, It stabbed like a driven nail. The only things worse, was listening to her. When the governorship she was bailin'. It was absolutely a curse, and ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, .... She does offer up a lot of materials for poets , comedians, late night talk shows and a brain that surely all the medical schools will want to have a look at one day.
Poem of the Month: Ozymandias – Percy Bysshe Shelley | Lizzy's ... by lizzysiddal (2013/02/27 23:00)
The lone and level sands stretch far away. I haven't read much poetry this month but I have read many words about the English Romantic Poets. Two works of non-fiction and a literary homage. This is the start of a themed read ...
TOM CLARK: Mark Alexander Boyd: Sonet (A Poetry Comic by Nora ... by TC (2013/02/26 05:00)
Ourhailit with my feble fantasie / Lyc til a leif that fallis from a trie / Or til a reid ourblawin with the wind. / Ye and a bairn brocht up in vanitie. / The nixt a wyf ingenrit of the se, / And lichter nor a dauphin with hir fin. / That teils the ...
School Bell: Students clean Antioch Creek overflow area ... by By Trine Gallegos Contra Costa Times (2013/02/13 15:47)
The event was to provide community service time to students and "to make them aware of the enormous amounts of garbage that ends up in our waterways in the hopes that they will share (their experience). "We were all ... Also hitting the poetry trail was Antioch's Deer Valley High in its sixth year. ... Jada Malone ("The Kiss by Robert Graves) took second prize and Marlon Santos ("Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay) snagged third place. The two won a ...
The Cremation of Sam Magee - Black's Cliff Resort's Birch Bark Blog by Jennifer Gibson (2013/02/01 16:34)
I am not a big poetry lover but this is a poem my mom loved and read to us many nights by the campfire. It was a cold day and ... BY ROBERT W. SERVICE. 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,. Howled out ...
A Ballad | Adventures of the Odaroloc Sled Dogs by odaroloc (2013/01/26 10:00)
... gear level, and I was out the door to watch the show. For those of you who may not be familiar with (or need to be re-introduced to) Robert Service, whose poetry of the North Country still rings true, here is his Ballad of The Northern Lights for you to enjoy. Some of our pictures are in the gallery below. ... Follow and follow a lone moose trail, till you come to a valley grim, On the slope of the lonely watershed that borders the Polar brim.” Then I woke my pals, and soft we ...
Favourite poems - Talk About Marriage by Lyris (2013/01/19 21:15)
Here's another. The Cool Web, by Robert Graves. Quote: ... I love all the obscure little poets nobodys heard of. This is a fun one~ The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service : The Poetry Foundation · Share. Share this post ... Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop: Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang ..... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O ...
Iron Jean: Winter Reading: Best Tales of the Yukon by Mister Scott (2013/01/15 16:07)
A few years ago, while writing practice Regents exams with some colleagues in my school district (we were researching paired prose and poetry selections) one suggested a poem by Service. ... Best Tales of the Yukon, published in 2003, is a collection of the writings bank teller Robert W. Service crafted following his transfer, in 1904, by the Canadian Bank of Commerce to the Yukon Territory. ... Yet you look aslant at the lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.
Hot Topics Reading List: Classics, Mystery, Poetry | Hoagies' Kids ... by unknown (2013/01/15 01:00)
The Five Children and It by Edith Nesbit: To Cyril, Anthea, Robert, Jane, and their baby brother, the house in the country promises a summer of freedom and play. But when they accidentally uncover an accident Psammead--or ...
FICTION, FACTION, AUTOBIOGRAPHY: Norman Levine At McGill ... by Robert H. Michel (2013/01/07 10:08)
Contributors Leo Ciceri, W.D. MacCallan, Wanklyn, and others read Forge's poems over the radio.56 Later radio would benefit Levine and other writers through Robert Weaver's commissions for stories for his CBC program, Anthology. As early as ..... And in Montreal he enjoyed the Jewish neighbourhoods and food stores but recoiled from an innovative, Americanized reform service at Temple Emmanuel in Westmount: “The whole service was a parody…Gone was the ...
The Old Ways, by Robert Macfarlane | Under a Grey Sky by paul (2012/10/24 04:46)
Macfarlane's saunters down the old ways are accompanied by a variety of characters, both alive and dead, for this isn't the 'lone and enraptured male' of Kathleen Jamie's 2008 review of Macfarlane's previous book, The Wild Places, ... For Macfarlane is precisely the kind of writer Thoreau wished for: 'a poet who could impress the winds and streams into his service, to speak for him; who nailed words to their primitive senses, as farmers drive down stakes in the spring ...
Zombots!: The Cremation of Sam McGee by DM (2012/10/14 18:07)
Written in 1907 by Robert W. Service, it details the freezing-to-death of a gold prospector in the Yukon. The poem is based upon a story told to Service by a roommate, who once found a corpse in the cabin of steamer ship. The Cremation of Sam McGee ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the ...
Inspired Me: Microwaves And a Nice Canadian Poem by Melanie (2012/09/10 04:48)
And before nightfall a corpse was all / that was left of Sam McGee. / There wasn't a breath in that land of death, / and I hurried, horror-driven, / With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, / because of a promise given; ...
The “Lone Wolf” of the Texas Rangers - REH: Two-Gun Raconteur by Damon C. Sasser (2012/08/22 06:37)
His sergeant, Manuel T. “Lone Wolf” Gonzaullas, went up in an airplane as a spotter, participating in the first aerial search for criminals in Texas history. However, Gonzaullas was unable to spot the fleeing men. But their trail ...
The Cremation of Sam McGee - arctic poetry - Wetland Ecology at ... by leeann (2012/07/31 10:41)
Robert Service (1874-1958). 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,. Howled out their woes to the homeless snows – Oh God! How I loathed the thing.
Along for the ride: The Cremation of Sam McGee by :-) Marti (2012/07/30 20:10)
Robert Service "Bard of the Yukon" couldn't have been much more different than the poor, rough and tumble London. He basically came to the ... Service simply liked the sound of Sam McGee's name and asked permission to use it in a poem. Sam McGee's cabin was in ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the ...
Joanne Arnott: joy + constance: three poems by Connie Fife by Joanne Arnott (2012/05/13 15:43)
Air on tongue. New words scattered amongst the constellation of one's self the birthing of another life. The letting go of comet, trail blazing behind. The blue black of velvet crow wing breathing in ear. Connie Fife 12 Aug 2008 ...
Building Bridges, not Burning Them | Enlightened Leadership by Austin C. (2012/03/31 14:17)
He based his remarks on the poem by Will Allen Dromgoole entitled “The Bridge Builder. ... It sheds a beautiful light on service-based leadership and illustrates the importance building bridges instead of burning them. Here it is ... But still he left behind his trail, And thereby hangs my moral tale. The trail was taken up next day. By a lone dog that passed that way; And then a wise bellwether sheep. Pursued the trail o'er vale and steep, And drew the flock behind him, too, ...
Happy World Poetry Day! | Kitty Hietala by Kitty (2012/03/21 17:04)
The Arctic trails have their secret tales / That would make your ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled ...
Flyover People Daily News » Poet Hadara Bar-Nadav by Cheryl (2012/03/07 19:35)
Poet Hadara Bar-Nadav. March 7th, 2012 at 9:35 pm. Goto comments Leave a comment. Poetry reading tonight at ESU. Kevin Rabas, co-director of ESU's Creative Writing Program, introduces Hadara Bar-Nadav who directs ...
Ralphsclimbingblog: THE GREAT BOOK LIST by Ralph (2012/02/26 10:09)
Poetry has been a passion all my life, and now the group of poets expanded: I discovered the New Directions Press, full of titles that would have been forbidden in my early life. Little by little .... 104. Indian Sign Language; Willian Tomkins 105. Indian Sign Language; Robert Hofsinde (Gray Wolf) 106. Hopis 107. The Lone Woodsman; Warren Hastings Miller 108. The High Trail; Vivian Breck 109. Explorer Manual 110. Bugs .... The Spell of the Yukon; Robert W. Service ...
Interview with George Foxman from Free Bears - Country Music ... by Christian Lamitschka (2012/01/16 09:41)
2 is “Lone Trail”…which is a poem by one of my favourite writers – Robert Service – the real big man of the north and wilderness. Most people know Jack London – but Service was the real guy….his poems and ballads are wonderful , deep ...
A Day in the Life of Me: In Remembrance of New Years Past by Aven (2011/12/31 19:50)
Robert Service (1874-1958). 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, ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless ... Loved the poem from the invitation. Happy New Year to you, Sarah. January 1 ...
January 2012 PW Select Listings: Quality & Diversity Among The ... by unknown (2011/12/29 22:00)
Poems by Spenser, Marlowe, Donne, Shakespeare, and more are juxtaposed with Margenau's own photographs of flowers to show the delicacy of both poetical and botanical form. ... Lone Holdout: A Memoir. Linda Cox. Charles Street Press. $15 paper (266p), ISBN 978-0-9843733-0-7. Amazon Cox, a bookseller from Boston, found herself serving on a jury for a cocaine-trafficking trial. She was the lone holdout against ... Vera M. Kierstead-Farber with Robert Farber.
Let Me Introduce You To: Robert William Service by Andrew Scott ... by FWM Online (2011/12/26 15:10)
Though Robert William Service is most famous for the poems he had written in Canada, he was actually born in Preston, Lancashire, England, on January 16, 1874. When he was younger, ... As well as writing poetry or verse as he called them, Robert William Service started writing novels in the 1920's/ Most notably amongst these was the “Trail of '98: A Northland Romance”. ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out ...
Minnesota Reader: ROBERT SERVICE by The Eclectic Reader (2011/12/19 05:48)
ROBERT SERVICE. Robert Service, Elle Andra-Warner. A short and enlightening biography of the Canadian writer Robert Service. Best known as the poet who wrote The cremation of Sam McGee and The Shooting of Dan McGraw, but in fact he ... Seemed to hold him like a spell;. Though he'd often say in his homely way. That he'd "sooner live in hell". On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way. Over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold ...
tingilinde: a halloween poem by steve (2011/10/31 17:30)
Robert W Service wrote many pieces from the gold rush of the 1890s I memorizde this one in the 7th grade ... just the thing for a Halloween story telling session. The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W Service...
Poem R4: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud vs. The Cremation of Sam ... by Fish (2011/10/29 10:09)
Oh, and to judge poetry on merits or something, if you're into that. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth versus. The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert J. Service Selection 1. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud ...
The Cremation of Sam McGee | WordFocus.com - Focusing on Words by Wordfocus (2011/10/19 03:50)
Robert William Service is best known for his poems “The Shooting of Dan McGrew” and “The Cremation of Sam McGee”, from his first book, Songs of a Sourdough (1907; also published as The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses). ... poem by Robert W. Service. 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 ...
The Yukon | joesworldwatertour by joesworldwatertour (2011/10/07 12:17)
... but before I hit the road, I was sitting in a little coffee shop called “baked” in Whitehorse about 20k south of Lake Lebarge, and thought I should share at least one of my favorite Robert Service poems; – one you probably all know by heart, but it brings back many good memories: – “The Cremation of Sam McGee“… ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, ...
“Last Man Out” Makes Shocking 9/11 Disclosure - Cleaves Newswire by Cleaves News Poetry (2011/08/14 10:07)
Their presence didn't strike him as particularly odd at the time, except for the fact that they used the stairwells almost exclusively and avoided using the service elevators. But he now ... Such was his fervor, he once even stood in lone protest outside the White House bearing a placard that read, “9/11 was an inside job.” I recall ..... Major Hollywood stars—including Robert DeNiro—have been signed up to read the fairytale script pushing the 'Official Conspiracy Theory.
Reading Children's Books: "Poem 446" from "The Poems of Emily ... by Julie Ali (2011/08/09 08:46)
In this poem -- Emily is telling us what a poet is--and how the poet differs from the rest of us -- the non-poets--- so to speak. What the poet has --is the ability to abbreviate--from the ordinary--and regular aspects of our mundane ...
Analogy: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Emily Analog (2011/06/07 12:11)
She'd make us stand up in front of the group and read this poem over and over and over again every week… taking turns, learning enunciation and making jokes about spitting marbles out of our mouths… I learned to love ... by Robert W. Service 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 ...
Blessed, amusing, and genius.: Tales of Childhood, 2. by theshynarcissist (2011/05/14 12:33)
I was also introduced to this poem, which remains one of my absolute favorites to this day. It's long. You've been warned. Robert Service (1874-1958) 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes ...
The Poem Again is Yours: A Tribute to Ira Cohen | Reality Sandwich by Steve Dalachinsky (2011/05/12 08:31)
In the early1970s, he went to the Himalayas, studied bookmaking with native craftsmen, and continued to publish poets and writers such as Gregory Corso and Paul Bowles. In 1972 he spent .... Map the trail where lost dreamers go. This is not a day .... About ten years ago, he and I created a 350-page manuscript of his prose pieces entitled "Ira Cohen: A Dissolute Life Spent in the Service of Allah." During that ..... ira l. said a lone hawk hovered over your. grave as they ...
The Poetry of R.E. Slater: The Cremation of Sam McGee by RE Slater (2011/04/25 21:19)
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. / Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled out their woes to the ...
The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service | Age of Jahiliyah by mshahin (2011/04/09 08:34)
The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service. 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; ...
World Poetry Day: The Rise of Twitter Poetry - Huffington Post by The Huffington Post News Editors (2011/03/21 05:44)
WATCH: Amanda Palmer On 'F*cked Up' Reaction To Her Boston Bombing Poem / 8 Anne Boleyn Myths Debunked / 6 Most Obscure Favorite Books Of Ernest Hemingway / WATCH: 10 Best Spy Novel Movie Adaptations ...
Poetic Justice: Rediscovering the Life and Work of Madison Cawein ... by lightoflostwords (2011/03/17 14:42)
It is thus my intention to examine both his life and the vagaries of his poetic career in the service of demonstrating why Cawein's quite fine work should be remembered in its own right. In doing so, I would also like to provide an ...
One Dog - A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library by maria horvath (2011/02/22 03:22)
O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best, Wide wind and wild stars and hunger of the quest. ~ Irene McLeod ... “To contemplate,” writes the poet Denise Levertov, “comes from [the Latin] 'templum, temple, a place, a space for observation, marked out by the augur.'” She goes on to say that “to meditate is 'to keep the mind in a state of ... Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet Robert Waldron, Poetry as Prayer: Thomas Merton. Each Friday we provide the ...
mix tape: Poetry 135: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Natalie (2011/02/18 08:00)
The Arctic trails have their secret tales / That would ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. / Talk of ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled out ...
Magic Lantern Show: A Winter Walk In the Woods of the Past . . . by Owen (2011/02/18 05:39)
One branch of that domain is the poetry which emerged from those war years, particularly that of Robert William Service, a Scot turned Canadian who served as an ambulance driver during the war, and who wrote a volume of ..... I've read the excellent biography of him by Lockhart, On the Trail of Robert Service, and have even gone so far as visiting the home where he lived and his grave in the town of Lancieux, Brittany, France. ..... Realm of the Lone Grey Squirrel ...
A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library ~ Selected by Maria ... by maria horvath (2010/12/22 05:29)
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. / Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled out their woes to the ...
Sam McGee, a winter poem - Pilots of America Message Board by John Baker (2010/12/01 21:31)
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. / Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled out their woes to the ...
Proof Positive: The Poetry Corner: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Proof (2010/10/31 12:30)
by Robert W. Service. 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.
Joel Nelson: The Horses and the Words | Ryan T. Bell by Ryan T. Bell (2010/10/28 08:38)
Nelson wasn't aware that “cowboy poetry” existed when he was young. Rather, he was enthralled by the classics, like Emily Dickinson, Robert W. Service and Edgar Allen Poe. In college, he discovered the works of S. Omar ...
Poem: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert ... - The Gift of Gabby by brass27 (2010/10/17 15:17)
Poem: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.
More- NON-COPYRIGHT-Short Poems by Robert Service by Al (Alex-Alexander) D. Girvan (2010/09/19 14:28)
About: Robert Burns and ROBERT SERVICE(THE AYRSHIRE POET)--PUBLIC DOMAIN--in Canada, The USA, The United Kingdom, The Western World. ROBERT W SERVICE ( THE AYRSHIRE POET): WAS NOT A .... The Arctic trails have their secret tales. That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -O God! how I ...
Anis Shivani: What Is the State of American Poetry? Leading ... by Anis Shivani (2010/09/11 10:15)
NYR Armchair Detective iPhone app iPad app Android phone app Android tablet app More / PUNISHMENT? The World's Best Punner Gets This Trophy / 10 Detestable Literary Characters / 8 Anne Boleyn Myths Debunked ...
On Robert Service's The Cremation of Sam McGee | Face in the Blue by faceintheblue (2010/09/06 10:31)
When my mother didn't want to commit that kind of time to putting my sister and I to bed, though, she could always get me to agree to a reading of this poem. I remember it was the ... By Robert W. Service 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the ...
The Last Jew Standing: Guest Blogger John Heydinger: Notes from ... by Max (2010/06/27 20:08)
Earlier today I was in the Moose Pass library and came across the collected works of Robert Service. What I knew about Service was limited to his love of the ... I was feeling a bit anxious about many things and opened my freshly borrowed collection of Service poems: Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by; The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die.
The Cremation of Sam McGee by 수정 Suejung (2010/05/30 06:31)
And thanks to the darkly humorous mood which contrasts the gruesome subject, making readers more nervous, the theme of the poem is even more emphasized. ... Robert Service((1874-1958). 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, ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled ...
Robert Service | The Crolian Progressive by Jeremy Young (2010/04/24 01:58)
If you live in Canada, you've probably heard of Service; he's something of a national poet there (the Canadian equivalent of Robert Frost or Carl Sandburg). Elsewhere, he's viewed as a preeminent example of the “cowboy ...
Miles Runner: Dad's Favorite Poem by Woody Runner (2010/04/24 00:34)
This was Dad's favorite poem... The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows — Oh God! how I loathed ...
Born to Run | Club Fat Ass by Ean Jackson (2010/04/08 21:32)
I received 6.5 - 7.5 for Robert Service, not because it was poetry, but because I required the guys to read their selections out loud. "What's a good ... Ultrarunning and trail running in particular, and the author is himself an ultrarunner. As a committed .... I think the logic was that it would toughen up my feet, and therefore make me more competitive... but on second thought, I was a lone wolf and didn't participate in any form of organized running at the time. Maybe it was a ...
Rough Edges: Forgotten Books: The Lone Ranger - Gaylord Dubois by James Reasoner (2010/02/04 23:13)
David Cranmer and Richard Prosch had some posts on their blogs recently about the Lone Ranger. Well, as it so happens, I'm a big fan of the Lone Ranger and have been since childhood. I always watched the TV show and ...
Poem About Being Cold: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Friends of SAR (2009/12/11 06:11)
Here is a poem by Robert Service about somebody who really didn't like being too cold. Performed ... The Arctic trails have their secret tales ... And the trail has its own stern code. ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, ...
Indelible Lines - ArtsJournal by Rifftides (2009/11/20 02:05)
I know every trail in the Lone Star State, 'cause I ride the ... And–echoing the words of another Mercer fan–”Skylark” for one soars up there among the Romantic poets. .... Doug Ramsey on A Dave Brubeck Memorial Service ...
Ancora Imparo: Poetry Friday by Cat B (2009/10/23 07:48)
It's worth it. / The Cremation of Sam McGee / by Robert Service / 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.
An Australian Bush Poem - Able2Know Ask an Expert by dadpad (2009/10/13 19:38)
subtitles below for those who have trouble with the accent) / TURBULENCE / Here's a tale of Billy Hays from out near Alice Springs / A wild young ringer, he'd done some crazy things / He'd bucked bulls over fences, rode a ...
ReelTym: The Cremation of Sam McGee - Robert Service (1874-1958) by reeltym (2009/09/24 09:22)
The Cremation of Sam McGee - Robert Service (1874-1958). Posted by ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, ...
You betcha! by William Logan - The New Criterion by William Logan (2009/06/27 00:00)
Say you read that the people of Barcelona once owned an albino gorilla, or remember that Robert Frost said, “I have envied the four-moon planet,” or find yourself talking to a dog about the future of America. Why, the poem ...
Baley Family Happenings » Blog Archive » Thoughts for Father's Day by baleyj (2009/06/19 16:07)
Every now and then, when us kids were growing up, Dad would recite a poem by Robert Service called “The Cremation of Sam McGee”. I always enjoyed it when dad started with his recitation. He would sit ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows –O God! how I ...
Wild Thing | Time to Eat the Dogs by Michael Robinson (2009/05/25 20:31)
You should find Robert Service poems: “The Lure of Little Voices” and “The Lone Trail” — he wasn't kidding! If you're a certain kind of person, and you take that first step into the boreal forest, or onto the tundra, you will always ...
The molecularity of being: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Debbie Adams (2009/05/19 07:32)
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the ... The opening words of the Robert Service poem, "The Cremation of Sam McGee," set the scene for this humorous ballad of death, cold, and Cap's dedication as he fulfills his promise to the dying miner Sam McGee. A real campfire story and one of my ...
LIKE IT OR NOT:Ted Burke: Poems by Alan Shapiro by Ted Burke (2009/04/19 07:37)
Alan Shapiro is the poet I'm speaking of, and in his case I think he deserves the four hundred dollar stipend Slate poetry editor Robert Pinsky selections receive. So much bad writing gets obscene amounts of cash that it's refreshing ... And please , someone ask Mr. Shapiro to rewrite the last three stanzas where his concentration falls on the lone traffic light hovering over an empty town on a winter night. All builds to a power resolution until the last few lines to recollect ...
Times Past Old Time Radio : Challenge of the Yukon (OTRR Certified) by COTR (2009/04/12 05:26)
Writer Tom Dougall, who had been influenced by the poems of Robert W. Service, naturally chose a Husky. The dog was originally ... Fran Striker, who wrote for The Lone Ranger, also contributed scripts. However, Trendle's ...
EXCESS COPYRIGHT: The Thawing Out of Robert W. Service by Howard Knopf (2008/12/31 06:34)
On the stroke of midnight tonight, it will be legal in Canada to reproduce the rest of this iconic poetic tale by Robert W. Service, (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958): 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 ... In the long, long night by the lone firelight. While the huskies 'round in a ring. Howled out their woes to the ...
lawrence welsh | skull highway - Outlaw Poetry Network by Monsieur K. (2008/11/16 14:30)
lone moon no clouds we stumble through the night. from: CROW WITH NO MOUTH. Welsh's poems aren't that spare, but they work toward that kind of spareness. ... First, that of Robert Creeley. While this poem and the ones that follow don't have that totally shortline Creeley look, they somehow carry his signature echoes. However, they are also a step away from Creeley heading ... La Alameda Press, 9636 Guadalupe Trail NW Albuquerque, New Mexico 87114 ...
The Cremation of Sam Mc Gee- a critical look. | ABCtales by jxmartin (2008/04/08 12:42)
“The Cremation of Sam McGee” by Robert W. Service is instructive of a master craftsman's work. The Poem opens with a rhyming Octet explaining the subject of the work: “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; ... “In the long, long night by the lone firelight, while the huskies round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows- O God,how I ...
Bailey's Buddy: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Jay Simser (2008/04/06 21:20)
(I loved to read this to the kids - Service's other poems were also enjoyed by them. by: Robert W. Service 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, While the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I ...
neo-neocon » Blog Archive » Ten poems to memorize in school by neo-neocon (2008/02/23 13:03)
“Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening” and/or “The Road Not Taken” are almost no-brainers—in terms of the choice, I mean, not the poems. They must be discussed, ..... Robert Service's “The Lone Trail”. And, doggerel ...
On Air: The Lone Ranger (Plus Web Extras!) : In Character : NPR by unknown (2008/01/14 17:57)
Sorry I haven't been more vocal, but I was a little distracted today, publishing your comments and building the Web version of Robert Siegel's piece on the Lone Ranger. .... end, when a few of the grateful townsfolk would gather in the sheriff's office or the saloon and would turn in unison to thank the Masked Man and his faithful companion, but they would already be, as if by magic, out in the back 40, kicking up dust toward a new adventure somewhere down the trail.
Poetry Moment: Lone Dog by Irene Rutherford Mcleod by Clarica (2007/12/30 12:22)
I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone; / I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own; / I'm a bad ... Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide. / O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best, ...
poems to remember ~ - NeuroTalk Support Groups by ctenalouise (2007/11/23 19:01)
poems to remember ~ Parkinson's Disease. ... over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see, It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, ... a little known fact I was told that this was Robert W. Service's WWI poems were used in the trauma clinics of the returned home Vietnam Veterans.
Poetry Journal #1 - The Cremation of Sam McGee - Curtis's Reading ... by Curtis (2007/05/02 20:32)
The poem that I chose is called The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service: There are ... we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your ... by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled ...
Aint sitting still.: A Poem by meadow (2007/04/19 10:08)
The Arctic trails have their secret tales / That would ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. / Talk of your ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled out ... 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. / By Robert W. Service, 1907.
Lookie What I Made: Silent Poetry by kt (2007/02/02 14:10)
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. / Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled out their woes to the ...
The Cremation of… | like water for chocolate by matthewlui (2007/01/10 15:15)
This is just something random i noticed but this resembles one of my favourite Stories/Poems The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service a lot. In the poem it speaks of a gold miner from Tennessee working in the ...
CrossFit: Forging Elite Fitness: Wednesday 061108 by lauren (2006/11/08 17:49)
Cite your favorite poem, stanza, or verse in comments. Posted by lauren at November 8, 2006 4:49 PM .... A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something. -Robert Frost. Comment #8 - Posted by: David B. at November 7, 2006 6:21 PM. Veteran's Week... In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky. The larks, still bravely singing, fly ...... The Lone Trail by Robert Service. Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would ...
A walk on the wild side: The Lone Trail by greg (2005/12/14 10:17)
I found this poem on the PCT-L. At first I read this wrong and I thought, "Gee, the Long Trail (in Vermont) isn't that bad..." The Lone Trail. Robert Service. Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or ...
CULTURE: The Cremation of Sam McGee - [/\\] realmarker by marker (2005/11/25 21:21)
The Arctic trails have their secret tales. That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how ... Anyone who has experienced the bitterness of cold weather and what it can do to a man will empathize with Sam McGee's feelings as expressed by Robert Service in this poem." - http://www.wordfocus.com/wordactcremation.html ...
Private thoughts of a Public Man: Poem of the Week: by Going to the John (2005/08/03 02:15)
Robert W. Service / 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 ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, / Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing.
The Gunn Nutt: My favorite poem by gunnnutt (2005/06/15 08:07)
This is my favorite poem. I don't know why. Its old, hokie, funny and sick. Enjoy. 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 .... 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. Robert W. Service written sometime prior to 1907. posted by GunnNutt at 11:07 AM ...
The Cremation of Sam McGee - by Robert W. Service - adrienne's blog by adrienne (2005/04/05 22:17)
The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen .... Here's another thought. What kind of aged 10 kids recite poems from Robert Service and Robert Frost? Carolyn ...
i_am_soulless: by i_am_soulless (2005/01/23 14:24)
So I found an old poem I wroe for Christina. How old is this poem you ask? Lets just say I wrote it when I was in pittsurgh the first time over 6 ... Robert Service. The Lone Trail Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. Ye who take the Lone Trail, bit your love good-by, The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die. The trials of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels on the ...
Travel Blog: Robert W. Service by Michelle (2005/01/18 14:04)
Tuesday, January 18, 2005. Robert W. Service. service1. I owe a debt of thanks to Keith M. Wheeler for introducing me and many other people to the poetry of Robert W. Service. I still think Keith can recite it the best. I say this having heard several ... His work breaks down into to main types - the humorous poems and the poems about World War I. This one is about being cold and cranky in the ice and snow. ... On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
The Cremation of Sam McGee -- Robert Service - The Wondering ... by Sitaram (2001/02/15 13:37)
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 .... Percy French, "Abdul Abulbul Amir": poem #358 The Poet's Corner has all of Robert Service's poems online: [broken link] http://www.geocities.com/~spanoudi/poems/poem-st.html Service was often called 'The Kipling of the North'.
Robert W. Service: The End Of The Trail Life, you've been m... by unknown (2001/01/31 17:00)
The End Of The Trail Life, you've been mighty good to me, Yet here's the end of the trail; No more mountain, moor and se... by Robert W. Service at Litera.co.uk.
Poem: Old Bob by Robert by unknown (2001/01/31 17:00)
Poem: Old Bob by Robert Service from robert service poetry collection 12. Read, search, comment and share poems and poetry by Robert Service from the robert service poetry collection 12 works.
mudcat.org: Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) by unknown (1998/03/08 01:00)
Anytime! Robert Service is an old favourite: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service There are strange things done in the midnight sun. By the men who moil for gold; The artic trails have their secret tales ... In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled ... Apparently the real Sam McGee confronted him in the bank after the poem became well known and emphatically expressed his displeasure at the use of his name.

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