Poet Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 351.  
    burden I'm bearing to-day;
    But I'm humming a song, as I wander along, And I smile at the roses that nod by the way.
  • 352.  
    ke a kite,
    Or wrestle on the floor and playThose rough and tumble games, but say!
  • 353.  
    ould be found at his best.
    Let the cares of the day be as great as they may, The night has been fashioned for rest.
  • 354.  
    Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;
    Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap;The mist at dusk is risin' over valley, marsh an' fen
  • 355.  
    IT'S HO for the holly and laughter and kisses,
    It 's ho for the mistletoe bough in the hall!Was ever a season so jolly as this is?
  • 356.  
    When God first viewed the rose He'd made
    He smiled, and thought it passing fair; Upon the bloom His hands He laid,
  • 357.  
    Swiftly the changes come. Each day
    Sees some lost beauty blown awayAnd some new touch of lovely grace
  • 358.  
    Show me the boy who never threw
    A stone at someone's cat, Or never hurled a snowball swift
  • 359.  
    DOWN the lanes of boyhood, let me go once more,
    Let me tread the paths of youth that I have trod before;Let me wander once again where the skies are bright,
  • 360.  
    ever see.
    He's just so 'fraid he runs awayWhen all of us fellows want to play,
  • 361.  
    Heard of Contradictin' Joe?
    Most contrary man I know.Always sayin', 'That's not so.'
  • 362.  
    ay,
    Your crisp, delightful shavings and your stack of last year's hay,Your toasted flakes of rye and corn that fairly swim in cream,
  • 363.  
    Your dream and my dream is not that we shall rest,
    But that our children after us shall know life at its best;For all we care about ourselvesâ??a crust of bread or two,
  • 364.  
    gray,
    And a fellow realizes that he's wandering far away
  • 365.  
    It's an easy world to live in if you choose to make it so;
    You never need to suffer, save the griefs that all must know; If you'll stay upon the level and will 'do the best you can
  • 366.  
    Whenever I walk through God's Acres of Dead
    I wonder how often the mute voices said:'I will do a kind deed or will lighten a sorrow
  • 367.  
    I never knew, until they went,
    How much their laughter really meantI never knew how much the place
  • 368.  
    When a naughty little fellow stands ashamed in front of you
    And his lips begin to quiver and he's ready to boo-hoo, When his big round eyes are filling with the tears he cannot check,
  • 369.  
    rdens they are bearing, with a child or two to raise.
    Of course the cost of living has gone soaring to the skyAnd our kids are wearing garments that my parents couldn't buy.
  • 370.  
    nd he had a ready ear
    For the busy tongue of fear,And he had a timid mind
  • 371.  
    Old years and new years, all blended into one,
    The best of what there is to be, the best of what is gone- Let's bury all the failures in the dim and dusty past
  • 372.  
    A friend is one who takes your hand
    And talks a speech you understandhe's partly kindness, partly mirth
  • 373.  
    Oh, some shall stand in glory's light when all the strife is done,
    And many a mother there shall say, 'For truth I gave my son!' But I shall stand in silence then and hear the stories brave,
  • 374.  
    I DO not care to wait until the hand of death has smoothed your brow
    Before I say what's in my heart, I'd rather tell it to you now. I'd rather say: 'How glad I am to know your cheery voice and smile,'
  • 375.  
    I do,
    Full many a time has she exclaimed: 'A month ago that suit was new,
  • 376.  
    I wonder have you ever known
    Or heard of such a thingAs paperhangers in the house
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  • 385.  
    I DO not ask for roses all the time,
    For blue skies bending o'er me every day, I do not ask for easy hills to climb,
  • 386.  
    Let loose the sails of love and let them fill
    With breezes sweet with tenderness to-day; Scorn not the praises youthful lovers say;
  • 387.  
    YOU never hear a woman boast
    Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o' a woman has
  • 388.  
    You'll learn when you're older, that chip on your shoulder
    Which you dare other boys to upset And stand up and fight for, and struggle and smite for,
  • 389.  
    There is no music quite so sweet
    As patter of a baby's feet. Who never hears along the hall
  • 390.  
    As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money;
    I shall always be a member of the dubs; There are times my style is positively funny;
  • 391.  
    The country needs a man like you,
    It has a task for you to do. It has a job for you to face.
  • 392.  
    You have given me riches and ease,
    You have given me joys through the years, I have sat in the shade of your trees,
  • 393.  
    When I was but a little lad of six and seven and eight,
    One joy I knew that has been lost in customs up-to-date, Then Saturday was baking day and Mother used to make,
  • 394.  
    If I had hatred in my heart toward my fellow man,
    If I were pressed to do him ill, to conjure up a plan To wound him sorely and to rob his days of all their joy,
  • 395.  
    'Twas hard to think that he must go,
    We knew that we should miss him so, We thought that he must always stay
  • 396.  
    'What is the glory of age?' I said,
    'A hoard of gold and a few dear friends? When you've reached the day that you look ahead
  • 397.  
    There ain't the joy in foreign skies that those of home possess,
    An' friendliness o' foreign folks ain't hometown friendliness; An' far-off landscapes with their thrills don't grip me quite as hard
  • 398.  
    I KNEW it was comin', I'd watched fer a year
    Without sayin' a word to a soul excep' Ma Of the sweet sort o' things that were happenin' here,
  • 399.  
    My father often used to say:
    'My boy don't throw a thing away: You'll find a use for it some day.'
  • 400.  
    There are no gods that bring to youth
    The rich rewards that stalwarts claim; The god of fortune is in truth
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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