Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 751.  
    IS IT so sudden? Then did you believe, dear,
    Those evenings I called at your flat And lovingly, longingly gazed in your eyes,
  • 752.  
    The new - fangled churches that don't believe I things
    Aren't the churches that satisfy me; I 'm firm in my notion that angels wear wings,
  • 753.  
    I would not be too wise- so very wise
    That I must sneer at simple songs and creeds, And let the glare of wisdom blind my eyes
  • 754.  
    If I knew a better land on this glorious world of ours,
    Where a man gets bigger money and is working shorter hours; If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine.
  • 755.  
    UNDER a tree where the breezes blow,
    There is the spot that it's good to go With the children bronzed by the Summer sun,
  • 756.  
    To live as gently as I can;
    To be, no matter where, a man; To take what comes of good or ill
  • 757.  
    Let the old fire blaze
    An' the youngsters shout An' the dog on the rug
  • 758.  
    I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
    I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way. The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
  • 759.  
    I ALWAYS think of mother, when
    The lilac tree's in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again
  • 760.  
    IF no one ever went ahead,
    If we had seen no friend depart And mourned him for a while as dead,
  • 761.  
    The pathway of the living is our ever-present care.
    Let us do our best to smooth it and to make it bright and fair; Let us travel it with kindness, let's be careful as we tread,
  • 762.  
    I am selfish in my wishin' every sort o' joy for you;
    I am selfish when I tell you that I'm wishin' skies o' blue Bending o'er you every minute, and a pocketful of gold,
  • 763.  
    He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,
    But he didn't seem to hear us, so I went out there to see What the little rogue was up to, and I stooped and asked him why,
  • 764.  
    Out in the woods with a dog an' gun
    Is my idea of a real day's fun. 'Tain't the birds that I'm out to kill
  • 765.  
    JIM had a quaint philosophy,
    'It ain't fer you, it's jes' fer me,' He used to say. 'I don't p'tend
  • 766.  
    OH, you laughing little fellow, with your eyes agleam with fun,
    And your golden curls a-mockin' all the splendor of the sun, With your cheeks a wee bit redder than the petals of the rose,
  • 767.  
    I look into the faces of the people passing by,
    The glad ones and the sad ones, and the lined with misery, And I wonder why the sorrow or the twinkle in the eye;
  • 768.  
    Time was the cry went round the world:
    America for freedom speaks, A new flag is to-day unfurled,
  • 769.  
    IT'S ALL in the way that you look at the world,
    It's all in the way that you do things, With laughter or sorrow your lips may be curled,
  • 770.  
    As when a little babe is born the parents cannot guess
    The story of the future years, their grief or happiness, So came America to earth, the child of higher things,
  • 771.  
    'How much do babies cost?' said he
    The other night upon my knee; And then I said: 'They cost a lot;
  • 772.  
    Time was I used to worry and I'd sit around an' sigh,
    And think with every ache I got that I was goin' to die, I'd see disaster comin' from a dozen different ways
  • 773.  
    UP and down the lanes of love,
    With the bright blue skies above, And the grass beneath our feet,
  • 774.  
    JUST now I think
    I 'd like to be At the river's brink
  • 775.  
    YOU don't weigh more than thirty pounds,
    Your legs are little, plump and fat, And yet you patter on your rounds
  • 776.  
    Taking medicine today isn't what it used to be. Castor oil is castor oil, but they've banished senna tea, And they've sugar coated now all the bitter things we took, Mother used to brew for us from the family doctor book. Now I tell that boy of mine when he starts to make a fuss, He is lucky not to be taking what they gave to us.
    Seems the kitchen stove back then always had a pan or two
  • 777.  
    OUT in the open, the wide sky above,
    And the green meadows stretched at my feet; Out in the open, midst scenes that I love,
  • 778.  
    Here's to you, little mother,
    With your boy so far away; May the joy of service smother
  • 779.  
    Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
    You've all that the greatest of men have had, Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,
  • 780.  
    Somebody said that it couldn't be done
    But he with a chuckle replied That 'maybe it couldn't,' but he would be one
  • 781.  
    We shall thank our God for graces
    That we've never known before; We shall look on manlier faces
  • 782.  
    You can brag about the famous men you know;
    You may boast about the great men you have met, Parsons, eloquent and wise; stars in histrionic skies;
  • 783.  
    H'if a yankee cutthroat â??acks â??is poor hold mother,
    H'it tykes a year to pack â??im h'off to jyle; â??E can h'always dig h'up some h'excuse or hotter
  • 784.  
    At Sugar Camp the cook is kind
    And laughs the laugh we knew as boys; And there we slip away and find
  • 785.  
    'Men will grow weary,' said the Lord,
    'Of working for their bed and board. They'll weary of the money chase
  • 786.  
    Did you ever sit down and talk with men
    In a serious sort of a way, On their views of life and ponder then
  • 787.  
    Up to the ceiling
    And down to the floor, Hear him now squealing
  • 788.  
    Last night I held my arms to you
    And you held yours to mine And started out to march to me
  • 789.  
    Home was never home before,
    Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore,
  • 790.  
    For this and that and various things
    It seems that men must get together, To purchase cups or diamond rings
  • 791.  
    I HEARD an old man say today:
    'A young man gives me orders now,' A beardless youth gets better pay
  • 792.  
    You are the fellow that has to decide
    Whether you'll do it or toss it aside. You are the fellow who makes up your mind
  • 793.  
    BEFORE you came, my little lad,
    I used to think that I was good, Some vicious habits, too, I had,
  • 794.  
    The job will not make you, my boy;
    The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy
  • 795.  
    Here's our story, page by page,
    Happy youth and middle-age, Smile and tear-drop, weal and woe
  • 796.  
    WHEN we wuz kids together, an' we didn't have a care,
    In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz allus bare, When a hat warn't necessary, an' a necktie in the way,
  • 797.  
    Some have the gift of song and some possess the gift of silver speech,
    Some have the gift of leadership and some the ways of life can teach. And fame and wealth reward their friends; in jewels are their splendors
  • 798.  
    I would not be too wiseâ??so very wise
    That I must sneer at simple songs and creeds, And let the glare of wisdom blind my eyes
  • 799.  
    AH Nellie, you were always fair, and you were always good and true,
    I've sung about your wealth of hair, and praised your eyes, so soft and blue, Your charms are many I confess, but now my pen in hand I take
  • 800.  
    Eagerly he took my dime,
    Then shuffled on his way, Thick with sin and filth and grime,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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