Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 1.  
    NO MAN really knows enough
    To be hateful to his brother, None is rich enough to cuff
  • 2.  
    He wears a long and solemn face
    And drives the children from his place; He doesn't like to hear them shout
  • 3.  
    What We Can Be
    We cannot all be men of fame, We cannot all be men of wealth,
  • 4.  
    The Summer girl
    In peek-a-boos And open hose
  • 5.  
    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,
  • 6.  
    A FRIEND of mine said yesterday: 'There goes a man across the way
    Who paid ten thousand dollars for a home a week ago; He owns an automobile now, a saddle horse and keeps a cow,
  • 7.  
    Good books are friendly things to own.
    If you are busy they will wait. They will not call you on the phone
  • 8.  
    She mothered five!
    Night after night she watched a little bed, Night after night she cooled a fevered head,
  • 9.  
    I don't see why Pa likes him so,
    And seems so glad to have him come; He jabs my ribs and wants to know
  • 10.  
    He writes to us most every day, and how his letters thrill us!
    I can't describe the joys with which his quaint expressions fill us. He says the military life is not of his selection,
  • 11.  
    Troubles? Sure I've lots of them,
    Got 'em heaped up by the score, Got 'em baled and bundled up,
  • 12.  
    WHAT would be the use of singing songs
    If there was no little woman near to hear them? What would be the use of righting wrongs
  • 13.  
    IT'S easy to be right when the multitude is cheering,
    It is easy to have courage when you're fighting with the throng; But it's altogether different when the multitude is sneering
  • 14.  
    The world is needing you and me,
    In places where we ought to be; Somewhere today it's needing you
  • 15.  
    If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;
    I'd answer every challenge to my will. Though mountains stood in silence to defy me,
  • 16.  
    There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soul
    Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishing hole
  • 17.  
    One never knows
    How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees
  • 18.  
    OUT of the darkness and shadow of death,
    Out of the anguish that wells from the tomb, Into the splendor of spiritual breath,
  • 19.  
    A man must earn his hour of peace,
    Must pay for it with hours of strife and care, Must win by toil the evening's sweet release,
  • 20.  
    Last night I stood in a tawdry place
    And watched the ways of the human race. I looked at a party of shrieking girls
  • 21.  
    My Pa says that he used to be
    A bright boy in geography; An' when he went to school he knew
  • 22.  
    Strange thoughts come to the man alone;
    'Tis then, if ever, he talks with God, And views himself as a single clod
  • 23.  
    This I think as I go my way:
    What can matter the words I say, And what can matter the false or true
  • 24.  
    Over the hills of time to the valley of endless years;
    Over the roads of woe to the land that is free from tears Up from the haunts of men to the place where the angels are,
  • 25.  
    The dead friends live and always will;
    Their presence hovers round us still. It seems to me they come to share
  • 26.  
    IN parting from a dear old friend for months, perhaps, or years,
    There's bound to be some bitter sobs, an' generally tears, An' as a rule, the lovin' ones will gather round about
  • 27.  
    Come you with dangers to fright us? or hazards
    to try out our souls? Then may you find us undaunted; determined to
  • 28.  
    Once there was a boy who never
    Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad,
  • 29.  
    Some are eager to be famous, some are striving
    to be great, Some are toiling to be leaders of their nation
  • 30.  
    The great were once as you.
    They whom men magnify to-day Once groped and blundered on life's way,
  • 31.  
    THIS morning came a man to me, his smile was wonderful to see,
    He shook my hand and doffed his hat then promptly took a chair; Said he, ' I read your stuff each day, and I have just dropped in to say
  • 32.  
    OTHERS may laugh at my feeble endeavor
    To capture life's prizes, and others may sneer; The whole world may loudly declare I shall never
  • 33.  
    Oh, man must dream of gladness wherever his pathways lead,
    And a hint of something better is written in every creed; And nobody wakes at morning but hopes ere the day is o'er
  • 34.  
    Each evening on my lap there climbs
    A little boy of three, And with his dimpled, chubby fists
  • 35.  
    Because I am his father, they
    Expect me to put grief away; Because I am a man, and rough
  • 36.  
    MILDRED McGee was a beautiful blond,
    As fair as peroxide could make her. She was never so shy that a man going by
  • 37.  
    Sure, they get stubborn at times; they worry and
    fret us a lot, But I'd rather be crossed by a glad little boy
  • 38.  
    The smell of arnica is strong,
    And mother's time is spent In rubbing father's arms and back
  • 39.  
    I've sipped a rich man's sparkling wine,
    His silverware I've handled. I've placed these battered legs of mine
  • 40.  
    She said she was sorry the weather was bad
    The night that she asked us to dine; And she really appeared inexpressibly sad
  • 41.  
    Life is a jest;
    Take the delight of it. Laughter is best;
  • 42.  
    The things that haven't been done before,
    Those are the things to try; Columbus dreamed of an unknown shore
  • 43.  
    Once the house was lovely, but it's lonely here to-day,
    For time has come an' stained its walls an' called the young away; An' all that's left for mother an' for me till life is through
  • 44.  
    There's a bump on his brow and a smear on his cheek
    That is plainly the stain of his tears; At his neck there's a glorious sun-painted streak,
  • 45.  
    DIAMONDS wouldn't tell yer all I really think of you,
    The costliest gift the goldsmith makes I'm sure would never do. There's nothing known that gold can buy that I could ever send
  • 46.  
    I DON'T get much attention now,
    Although I'm not complaining; I'm forced to get on anyhow,
  • 47.  
    Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,
    Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights; Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest,
  • 48.  
    THEY say somewhere in the distance fair,
    Is the town of Nothing-to-Do, Where the sun, they say, shines every day
  • 49.  
    We have wandered afar in our hunting for pleasure,
    We have scorned the soul's duty to gather up treasure; We have lived for our laughter and toiled for our winning
  • 50.  
    Truth went forth on a search one day I For the source of love that he might say
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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