Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 651.  
    I START the day with paper white,
    And put it in my old machine, And wonder whether, as I write
  • 652.  
    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.'
  • 653.  
    My land is where the kind folks are,
    And where the friends are true,Where comrades brave will travel far
  • 654.  
    m up at his worst or best_.

  • 655.  
    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¢??
  • 656.  
    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
  • 657.  
    Luck had a favor to bestow
    And wondered where to let it go.
  • 658.  
    BEHIND full many a gift there lies
    A splendid tale of sacrifice.
  • 659.  
    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,
  • 660.  
    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
  • 661.  
    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,
  • 662.  
    FOR every man who works there are
    A dozen who will let him; They'll smiling bask within the shade
  • 663.  
    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,
  • 664.  
    Find if you can one victoryThat little minds have ever won.
  • 665.  
    Show me the boy who never threw
    A stone at someone's cat; Or never hurled a snowball swift
  • 666.  
    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
  • 667.  
    Last night he said the dead were dead
    And scoffed my faith to scorn;I found him at a tulip bed
  • 668.  
    IF every day of yours were fine
    And every sky of yours were blue, You couldn't know such joy of mine,
  • 669.  
    the railroad track,
    Or a big boat ride, which he often does,Oh, I 'm orful glad when he's back becoz
  • 670.  
    WHY do I grind from morn till night,
    And sick or well sit down to write?Why do I line my brow with sweat,
  • 671.  
    The happiest nights
    I ever know Are those when I've
  • 672.  
    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
  • 673.  
    We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks,
    An' we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land or sea,
  • 674.  
    F those who love us find us true
    And kind and gentle, and are glad When each grim working day is through
  • 675.  
    She is fair to see and sweet,
    Dainty from her head to feet,Modest, as her blushing shows,
  • 676.  
    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.
  • 677.  
    Full many a time a thought has come
    That had a bitter meaning in it.And in the conversation's hum
  • 678.  
    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
  • 679.  
    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
  • 680.  
    Sunshine and shadow and laughter and tears,
    These are forever the paints of the years,Splashed on the canvas of life day by day,
  • 681.  
    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
  • 682.  
    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,
  • 683.  
    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,
  • 684.  
    LADY, when you say you'll come
    Tuesday morn to do our washing, Tell us if there isn't some
  • 685.  
    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
  • 686.  
    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
  • 687.  
    Queerest little chap he is,
    Always saying: 'Aw Gee Whiz!'Needing something from the store
  • 688.  
    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
  • 689.  
    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,
  • 690.  
    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,
  • 691.  
    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,
  • 692.  
    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,
  • 693.  
    You shall have satin and silk to wear,
    When my ship comes in;And jewels to shine in your raven hair,
  • 694.  
    When The Minister Calls
    My Paw says that it used to be,Whenever the minister came for tea,
  • 695.  
    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,
  • 696.  
    I can't help thinkin' o' the lad!
    Here's summer bringin' trees to fruit,An' every bush with roses clad,
  • 697.  
    THEY tell me that I 'm spoiling you,
    I The neighbors say that you should beFor all the awful things you do,
  • 698.  
    There's a little chap at our house that is being mighty good-
    Keeps the front lawn looking tidy in the way we've said he should;Doesn't leave his little wagon, when he's finished with his play,
  • 699.  
    One day, in ages dark and dim,
    A toiler, weary, worn and faint,Who found his task too much for him,
  • 700.  
    I freely confess there are good friends of mine,
    With whom we are often invited to dine,Who get on my nerves so that I cannot eat
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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