Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 601.  
    OLD-FASHIONED folks! God bless 'em all!
    The fathers an' the mothers, The aunts an' uncles, fat an' tall,
  • 602.  
    We wanted fresher, cleaner walls,And bigger rooms and wider halls,
  • 603.  
    WALL have fights to make with self,
    And these are the bitterest fights of all,Worse than the fight for a hoard of pelf
  • 604.  
    THE man of his word met a maid on the beach,
    I The fine art of swimming he offered to teachIf she 'd go with him in the water so blue.
  • 605.  
    I must get out to the woods again, to the whispering trees and the birds
    awing,Away from the haunts of pale-faced men, to the spaces wide where strength
  • 606.  
    He tried to travel No Man's Land, that's guarded well with guns,
    He tried to race the road of death, where never a coward runs. Now he's asking of his doctor, and he's panting hard for breath,
  • 607.  
    There's a heap o' satisfaction in a chunk o' pumpkin pie,
    An' I'm always glad I'm livin' when the cake is passin' by;An' I guess at every meal-time I'm as happy as can be,
  • 608.  
    She was gentle, she was true,
    And her tender eyes of blue Seemed to mock the morning sunbeams
  • 609.  
    ad a heap of pleasure and I've had a heap of pain,
    But I 'm treading just as gayly, just as bravely toward tomorrow, And I 'm looking for the sunshine, but I 'm ready for the rain.
  • 610.  
    The world is full of gladness,
    There are joys of many kinds,There's a cure for every sadness,
  • 611.  
    To us the Flag has little meant.
    Each glorious stripe of red Was woven there to represent
  • 612.  
    The patter of rain on the roof,
    The glint of the sun on the rose;Of life, these the warp and the woof,
  • 613.  
    In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,
    On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;The things that I thought she would really enjoy
  • 614.  
    I am eager once more to feel easy,
    I'm weary of thinking of dress;I'm heartily sick of stiff collars,
  • 615.  
    Sometimes at the table, when
    He gets misbehavin', thenMother calls across to me:
  • 616.  
    r found a way t' live
    On dis ole world forever.
  • 617.  
    The rich may pay for orchids rare, but, Oh the apple tree
    Flings out its blossoms to the world for every eye to see,And all who sigh for loveliness may walk beneath the sky
  • 618.  
    by a bumble bee,
    An' your nose wuz swelled an' it smarted, too,You wouldn't want people to laugh at you.
  • 619.  
    Things mostly happen for the best.
    However hard it seems to-day,When some fond plan has gone astray
  • 620.  
    He's doing double duty now;
    Time's silver gleams upon his brow,And there are lines upon his face
  • 621.  
    DO you know why men dig ditches
    And why others till the soil? Do you know why men seek riches,
  • 622.  
    t a thrill that it never had known,
    And my face which a moment before had been grave With the sunlight of love and of happiness shone;
  • 623.  
    once more;
    it ain't that i must lurn to spellthat makes my hart so orful soar:
  • 624.  
    This year,' said Pa, on New Year's night, 'we'll start upon a different plan,
    I'm sick and tired of ending years as poor as when those years began; I'm sick and tired of spending coin before I've really got it earned,
  • 625.  
    You don't begrudge the labor when the roses start to bloom;
    You don't recall the dreary days that won you their perfume;You don't recall a single care
  • 626.  
    There's a heap of pent-up goodness
    in the yellow bantam corn,And I sort o' like to linger
  • 627.  
    Green apple time! an', Oh, the joy
    Once more to be a healthy boy,Casting a longin' greedy eye
  • 628.  
    Drowsy old summer, with nothing to do,
    I'd like to be drowsin' an' dreamin' with you;I'd like to stretch out in the shade of a tree,
  • 629.  
    d rage,
    And the things he muttered were much too strong for the ink of the printed page. I found him there when the dusk came down, in his golf clothes still was he, And his clubs were strewn around his feet as he told his grief to me:
  • 630.  
    Think happy thoughts!
    Think sunshine all the day;Refuse to let the trifling worries stay,
  • 631.  
    of a tailor,
    Bit of a lawyer, and bit of detective,Bit of a judge, for his work is corrective;
  • 632.  
    Foxes can talk if you know how to listen,
    My Paw said so. Owls have big eyes that sparkle an' glisten,
  • 633.  
    Pledged to the bravest and the best,
    We stand, who cannot share the fray,Staunch for the danger and the test.
  • 634.  
    They come to my room at the break of the day,
    With their faces all smiles and their minds full of play;They come on their tip-toes and silently creep
  • 635.  
    If I can leave behind me here and there
    A friend or two to say when I am gone That I had helped to make their pathways fair,
  • 636.  
    HE died a poor man, so they say,
    Few were the dollars stored awayBy him while he lived, and yet
  • 637.  
    IT isn't the blue in the skies,
    Nor the song of the whispering trees, The light in a fair maiden's eyes,
  • 638.  
    MINE is a song of the average man
    Who has been on earth since the world began!You'll find him kind and you'll find him true,
  • 639.  
    'The world is against me,' he said with a sigh.
    'Somebody stops every scheme that I try.The world has me down and it's keeping me there;
  • 640.  
    GLAD to be back home again,
    Where abide the friendly men;Glad to see the same old scenes
  • 641.  
    With a twinkle in his eye
    He'd come gayly walkin' byAn' he'd whistle to the children
  • 642.  
    sure the whole world hasn't any happier man than I;
    The Mother sittin' mendin' little stockin's, toe an' knee,An' tellin' all that's happened through the busy day to me:
  • 643.  
    Why not think a decent thought,
    Now and then?Why not ponder, as you ought,
  • 644.  
    Lord let me not in service lag.
    Let me be worthy of our flag.Let me remember when I'm tired,
  • 645.  
    'Tis better to have tried in vain,
    Sincerely striving for a goal, Than to have lived upon the plain
  • 646.  
    (In which Ye Ed attempts the millionaire's game and obeys the first rule of golf, which is to put back the turf.)

  • 647.  
    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
  • 648.  
    Little women, little men,
    Childhood never comes again.Live it gaily while you may;
  • 649.  
    Some struggle hard for worldly fame,
    Some toil to have an honored name,And some have great ambition.
  • 650.  
    The saddest sort of death to die
    Would be to quit the game called lifeAnd know, beneath the gentle sky,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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