Who is Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England – 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan) was a prolific English-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People's Poet. His poems often had an inspirational and optimistic view of everyday life.

Career In 1891, Guest moved with his family to the United States from England. After he began at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then a reporter, his first poem appeared 11 December 1898. He became a naturalized citizen in 1902. For 40 years, Guest was widely read throughout North America, and his sentimental, optimistic poems were in the same vein as the light verse of Nick Kenny, who wrote syndicated columns during the same decades.

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Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • The Limitations Of Greatness
    NO MAN really knows enough
    To be hateful to his brother,
    None is rich enough to cuff
    And be cruel to another; ...
  • Forgotten Boyhood
    He wears a long and solemn face
    And drives the children from his place;
    He doesn't like to hear them shout
    Or race and run and romp about, ...
  • What We Can Be
    What We Can Be
    We cannot all be men of fame,
    We cannot all be men of wealth,
    We cannot all be known by name, ...
  • The Summer Girl
    The Summer girl
    In peek-a-boos
    And open hose
    And narrow shoes, ...
  • We Who Stay At Home
    When you were just our little boy, on many a night we crept
    Unto your cot and watched o'er you, and all the time you slept.
    We tucked the covers round your form and smoothed your pillow, too,
    And sometimes stooped and kissed your cheeks, but that you never knew. ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Edgar Albert Guest

Never 392 Life 305 Time 277 Away 250 Good 235 Joy 218 Night 207 I Love You 205 Love 205 Play 186


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  • Petronillahusb1: even hope may seem but futile, when with troubles you’re beset, but remember you are facing just what other men have met. you may fail, but fall still fighting; don’t give up, whate’er you do; eyes front, head high to the finish. see it through! edgar albert guest
  • Celempjack: from "crucible of life" by edgar albert guest
  • Mr_beccs: when the time comes when i have to be brave i recite my favorite poems. invictus - william ernest henley see it through - edgar albert guest i am king - uncle beccs
  • Enandillon: i lend this child to you -edgar albert guest
  • Fortboxxinc: oh, we have shipped his christmas box with ribbons red 'tis tied, and he shall find the things he likes from them he loves inside, but he must miss the kisses true and all the laughter gay and he must miss the smiles of home upon his christmas day. ~ edgar albert guest
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One breaks out with a cry at supper: I wish we had a war now and I could be a soldier.
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