Poet Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 651.  
    Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold?
    Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold? Would you take a fortune and never see
  • 652.  
    I do not quarrel with the gas,
    Our modern range is fine, The ancient stove was doomed to pass
  • 653.  
    ALL women are lovely and radiantly fair
    In the magazine pages today, They all have a mop of luxuriant hair,
  • 654.  
    If certain folks that I know well
    Should come to me their woes to tell I'd read the sorrow in their faces
  • 655.  
    KINDER like to see the bright side,
    See the gay and dancing light side, See the good and decent right side
  • 656.  
    OUT at Pelletier's where the blooded pigeons fly,
    An' the tony Shetland ponies romp and play, Where the peacock on the fence rail hoots at motors chugging by
  • 657.  
    YOUR cheeks are pinker than the rose,
    Your eyes are bluer than the skies; Than you no fairer blossom grows,
  • 658.  
    Who shall sit at the table, then, when the terms
    of peace are made- The wisest men of the troubled lands in their
  • 659.  
    I don't know what they'll put him at, or what
    his post may be; I cannot guess the task that waits for him across
  • 660.  
    I NEVER knew him, for he never grew
    Up as so many strong little ones do; Just a year on the earth with his mother, and then
  • 661.  
    We were speakin' of excitement, an' the hair upliftin' thrills
    That sorter dot life's landscape, like the bill board ads. for pills, An' one feller spoke of bein' in a railroad wreck or two
  • 662.  
    Less hate and greed
    Is what we need And more of service true;
  • 663.  
    JUST to do the little things
    And do them well from day to day, Enough of satisfaction brings
  • 664.  
    Little girls are mighty nice,
    Take 'em any way they come; They are always worth their price;
  • 665.  
    I NEVER pondered much on war,
    Except to think it was inspiring To have a cause to battle for,
  • 666.  
    Right must not live in idleness,
    Nor dwell in smug content; It must be strong, against the throng
  • 667.  
    A table cloth that's slightly soiled
    Where greasy little hands have toiled; The napkins kept in silver rings,
  • 668.  
    You can tyke h'it from me, 'e's as cool as a cucumber,
    Never goes balmy h'or loses 'is 'ead, Nothing h'at all h'ever robs 'im of slumber;
  • 669.  
    I might not ever scale the mountain heights
    Where all the great men stand in glory now; I may not ever gain the world's delights
  • 670.  
    Argue it pro and con as you will,
    And flout each other with words, But the rose will bloom and the summer still
  • 671.  
    Along a stream that raced and ran
    Through tangled trees and over stones, That long had heard the pipes o' Pan
  • 672.  
    'Oh, if only I had known!'
    Said the keeper of the inn. 'But no hint to me was shown,
  • 673.  
    It's tough when you are homesick in a strange
    and distant place; It's anguish when you're hungry for an
  • 674.  
    Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way;
    Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day; Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do,
  • 675.  
    When he has suffered honest woe,
    I do not mind the man who grieves, But I hate him who stubs his toe
  • 676.  
    Along the paths o' glory there are faces new to-day,
    There are youthful hearts and sturdy that have found the westward way. From the rugged roads o' duty they have turned without a sigh,
  • 677.  
    There in the flame of the open grate,
    All that is good in the past I see: Red-lipped youth on the swinging gate,
  • 678.  
    "How's things?" says I,
    Says he 'Not bad, They might be worse,
  • 679.  
    I might have been rich if I'd wanted the gold instead of the friendships
    I've made. I might have had fame if I'd sought for renown in the hours when I
  • 680.  
    When I was just a little lad
    Not more than eight or nine, One special treat to make me glad
  • 681.  
    'My Crown Prince was fine and fair,' a sorrowful
    father said, 'But he marched away with his regiment and
  • 682.  
    The sweetest soul I ever knew
    I Had suffered untold sorrow, Had wept full many a long night through
  • 683.  
    HUSH, little ones don't make a noise
    Pick up your dolls and pick up your toys, Pick up your Teddy Bear, Johnny, now see
  • 684.  
    'I had a full day in my purse
    When I arose, and now it's gone! I wonder if I can rehearse
  • 685.  
    I''D rather be considered dull
    Than use my brain denouncing things; I'd rather not be critical
  • 686.  
    Though some may yearn for titles great, and seek the frills of fame,
    I do not care to have an extra handle to my name. I am not hungry for the pomp of life's high dignities,
  • 687.  
    I WAS somewhere off in Europe spending money like a king,
    Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan's, when the 'phone began to ring; I was entertaining princes, dukes and earls, when wifie said:
  • 688.  
    I did not argue with the man,
    It seemed a waste of words. He gave to chance the wondrous plan
  • 689.  
    This is the song of the many
    Who seldom are mentioned in praise, The glorious millions of toilers
  • 690.  
    COME, open your door, there's a friend waiting near
    Who is eager to wish you a Happy New Year; He rings at the bell and he's ready to shout:
  • 691.  
    If he sunbeams will not start you to rejoicing,
    If the laughter of your babies you can hear Without little songs of gladness gayly voicing,
  • 692.  
    We are done with little thinking and we're done with little deeds,
    We are done with petty conduct and we're done with narrow creeds; We have grown to men and women, and we've noble work to do,
  • 693.  
    I do not ask a store of wealth,
    Nor special gift of power; I hope always for strength and health
  • 694.  
    Aye, we will follow the Flag
    Wherever she goes, Into the tropic sun,
  • 695.  
    Don't mind being broke at all,
    When I can say that what I had Was spent for toys for kiddies small
  • 696.  
    On every street there's a certain place
    Where the children gather to romp and race; There's a certain house where they meet in throngs
  • 697.  
    The choir we had in Pixley wasn't much for looks an' styles,
    But today if I could hear it I would walk a hundred miles; There warn't a singer in it that could boast she 'd crossed the seas
  • 698.  
    When day is done and the night slips down,
    And I've turned my back on the busy town, And come once more to the welcome gate
  • 699.  
    WHAT does it all mean anyway,
    Noise of cannon and boom of gun, Deafening, colorful fire display
  • 700.  
    It is better as it is: I have failed but I can sleep;
    Though the pit I now am in is very dark and deep I can walk to-morrow's streets and can meet to-morrow's men
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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