Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service
Robert William Servicewas a British-Canadian poet and writer who has often been called "the Bard of the Yukon". He 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. His vivid descriptions of the Yukon and its people made it seem that he was a veteran of the Klondike gold rush, instead of the late-arriving bank clerk he actually was. "These humorous tales in verse...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth16 January 1874
song cheer war
It's easy to fight when everything's right And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer when victory's near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It's a different song when everything's wrong, When you're feeling infernally mortal; When it's ten against one, and hope there is none, Buck up, little soldier, and chortle!
men bows false-gods
The happy man is he who knows his limitations, yet bows to no false gods.
running failure winning
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.
being-strong law yukon
This is the law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; that surely the weak shall perish, and only the fit survive.
travel fire belly
The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire
winning race quiet
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.
military grit quitting
Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit - It's the keeping your chin up that's hard.
cheer believe fighting
Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer;
lying world safe
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,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.
travel heart men
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.
inspirational success climbing
Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
kindness heaven breaths
Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.
anger climbing shoes
It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.