Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 251.  
    I can't help thinkin' o' the lad!
    Here's summer bringin' trees to fruit,An' every bush with roses clad,
  • 252.  
    You may delve down to rock for your foundation piers,
    You may go with your steel to the sky;You may purchase the best of the thought of the year,
  • 253.  
    When The Minister Calls
    My Paw says that it used to be,Whenever the minister came for tea,
  • 254.  
    You shall have satin and silk to wear,
    When my ship comes in;And jewels to shine in your raven hair,
  • 255.  
    These are the peaks of valor; keeping clean your father's name,
    Too brave for petty profit to risk the brand of shame,Adventuring for the future, yet mindful of the past,
  • 256.  
    Lord, let me stand in the thick of the fight,
    Let me bear what I must without whining;Grant me the wisdom to do what is right,
  • 257.  
    I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,
    I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;I'd like the tattered shirt again, the knickers thick with dirt again,
  • 258.  
    Pinker than the roses that enrich a summer's day,
    Splashing in the bath tub or just kicking them in play, Nothing in the skies above or earth below as sweet,
  • 259.  
    I don't mind the man with a red blooded kick
    At a real or a fancied wrong;I can stand for the chap with a grouch, if he's quick
  • 260.  
    Queerest little chap he is,
    Always saying: 'Aw Gee Whiz!'Needing something from the store
  • 261.  
    Fish can be bought in the market place,
    So it isn't the fish I'm after.I want to get free from the care-drawn face
  • 262.  
    JUST at the edge of the night and the morning,
    Little Miss Six O'clock comes to my bed,A sweet little laugh is her musical warning
  • 263.  
    LADY, when you say you'll come
    Tuesday morn to do our washing, Tell us if there isn't some
  • 264.  
    LAST night I single handed fought a gang of murderers that came
    To get my money or my life, and very nearly did the same; I struggled with them on a cliff, and over it I toppled two,
  • 265.  
    He shall be great who serves his country well.
    He shall be loved who ever guards her fame.His worth the starry banner long shall tell,
  • 266.  
    I'd rather be the willing horse that people ride to death
    Than be the proud and haughty steed that children dare not touch;I'd rather haul a merry pack and finish out of breath
  • 267.  
    Sunshine and shadow and laughter and tears,
    These are forever the paints of the years,Splashed on the canvas of life day by day,
  • 268.  
    The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,
    And all of Nature's artists have their colors handy by;With a few days bright with sunshine and a few nights free from frost
  • 269.  
    There was weepin' by the women that the crowd could plainly see,
    An' old William's throat was chokin' an' his eyes were watery, An' he couldn't hardly answer when the parson made him say
  • 270.  
    Full many a time a thought has come
    That had a bitter meaning in it.And in the conversation's hum
  • 271.  
    Out of it all shall come splendor and gladness;
    Out of the madness and out of the sadness, Clearer and finer the world shall arise.
  • 272.  
    She is fair to see and sweet,
    Dainty from her head to feet,Modest, as her blushing shows,
  • 273.  
    F those who love us find us true
    And kind and gentle, and are glad When each grim working day is through
  • 274.  
    We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks,
    An' we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land or sea,
  • 275.  
    I mustn't forget that I'm gettin' old,
    That's the worst thing ever a man can do.I must keep in mind without bein' told
  • 276.  
    The happiest nights
    I ever know Are those when I've
  • 277.  
    WHY do I grind from morn till night,
    And sick or well sit down to write?Why do I line my brow with sweat,
  • 278.  
    the railroad track,
    Or a big boat ride, which he often does,Oh, I 'm orful glad when he's back becoz
  • 279.  
    IF every day of yours were fine
    And every sky of yours were blue, You couldn't know such joy of mine,
  • 280.  
    Last night he said the dead were dead
    And scoffed my faith to scorn;I found him at a tulip bed
  • 281.  
    Cheek that is tanned to the wind of the north.
    Body that jests at the bite of the cold, Limbs that are eager and strong to go forth
  • 282.  
    Show me the boy who never threw
    A stone at someone's cat; Or never hurled a snowball swift
  • 283.  
    Find if you can one victoryThat little minds have ever won.
  • 284.  
    Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;
    Doing more harm here than slander and lies; On it is many a strong spirit broken,
  • 285.  
    FOR every man who works there are
    A dozen who will let him; They'll smiling bask within the shade
  • 286.  
    HE'D made a fortune out of stocks, he couldn't count his worth;
    He 'd hoarded up a store of gold, a section of the earth; But still he sighed alone and talked of all the world's distress,
  • 287.  
    COME here to me, little lassie of three,
    And get in your place on your old daddy's knee,Put those chubby arms round where they nightly belong
  • 288.  
    SOME day our eyes will brighten, and some day our hearts will lighten,
    Some day the sun will shine for you and me;Some day grim doubt we'll banish, and the clouds of woe will vanish,
  • 289.  
    BEHIND full many a gift there lies
    A splendid tale of sacrifice.
  • 290.  
    Luck had a favor to bestow
    And wondered where to let it go.
  • 291.  
    SEPTEMBER with her brushes dipped in dazzling red and gold
    Now comes to paint the valleys and the hills;And we forget completely that the year is getting old
  • 292.  
    A LITTLE more of loving, a little less of pain,
    A little more of sunshine, a little less of rain;A little more of friendship, a little less of strifeĆ¢??
  • 293.  
    m up at his worst or best_.

  • 294.  
    My land is where the kind folks are,
    And where the friends are true,Where comrades brave will travel far
  • 295.  
    Just half a man,' he told the boss, 'right now you look upon.
    An accident did this to me, 'twere better had I died, It robbed me of efficiency, but left me with my pride.'
  • 296.  
    I START the day with paper white,
    And put it in my old machine, And wonder whether, as I write
  • 297.  
    The saddest sort of death to die
    Would be to quit the game called lifeAnd know, beneath the gentle sky,
  • 298.  
    Some struggle hard for worldly fame,
    Some toil to have an honored name,And some have great ambition.
  • 299.  
    Little women, little men,
    Childhood never comes again.Live it gaily while you may;
  • 300.  
    Last night I caught him on his knees and looking underneath the bed,
    And oh, the guilty look he wore, and oh, the stammered words he said,When I, pretending to be cross, said: 'Hey, young fellow, what's your
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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