Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 751.  
    I'm standing at my lathe all day
    And this is what I hear it say:'The best of you, the best of me
  • 752.  
    Before we take an auto ride Pa says to Ma: 'My dear,
    Now just remember I don't need suggestions from the rear.If you will just sit still back there and hold in check your fright,
  • 753.  
    s are asleep in the chairs,
    Where the building blocks and the toy balloon And the soldiers guard the stairs.
  • 754.  
    I've' felt some little thrills of pride, I've inwardly rejoiced
    Along the pleasant lanes of life to hear my praises voiced;No great distinction have I claimed, but in a humble way
  • 755.  
    Some folks I know, when friends drop in
    To visit for awhile and chin,Just lead them round the rooms and halls
  • 756.  
    'Twas not so many years ago,
    Say, twenty-two or three, When zero weather or below
  • 757.  
    If you would please me when I've passed away
    Let not your grief embitter you. Be brave; Turn with full courage from my mounded grave
  • 758.  
    IF only I were Santa Claus I 'd travel east and west
    To every hovel where there lies a little child at rest;I'd drive my reindeer over roofs they'd never trod before,
  • 759.  
    In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,
    Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;Perhaps the world was happier then, I'm not the one to say,
  • 760.  
    H'it's h'easy to be 'appy,
    Don't you know;There's no sense in being snappy,
  • 761.  
    SUNDAY in the country â?? that's how we spent the day,
    Drinking in the perfume of the fragrant breath of May;Gazing at the splendors of the meadows and the hills,
  • 762.  
    When I'm weary of argument wordy
    And tired of continuous debate,When the speaker like some hurdy gurdy,
  • 763.  
    I like to get to thinking of the old days that are gone,
    When there were joys that never more the world will look upon,The days before inventors smoothed the little cares away
  • 764.  
    TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not come.
    Next week, next year, I may not live to see;This hour I have. It is enough for me
  • 765.  
    With spotless plumes and shining shields to joustwith foes and prove our worth.
  • 766.  
    And when of Michigan I brag,I'm boasting of the others.
  • 767.  
    Ain't it fine when things are going
    Topsy-turvy and askewTo discover someone showing
  • 768.  
    trace of a sigh,
    The things on a shelf that I'd like for myself I never regret I can't buy.
  • 769.  
    'They say my boy is bad,' she said to me,
    A tired old woman, thin and very frail.'They caught him robbing railroad cars, an' he
  • 770.  
    I See You've Travelled Some
    Wherever you may chance to be â?? wherever you may roam,Far away in foreign lands; or just at home sweet home;
  • 771.  
    No children in the house to playâ??
    It must be hard to live that way!I wonder what the people do
  • 772.  
    They ain't much, seen from day to day-
    The big elm tree across the way,The church spire, an' the meetin' place
  • 773.  
    A boy and his dog make a glorious pair:
    No better friendship is found anywhere,For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
  • 774.  
    ato knew things
    Very much worth while. Famous Aristotle
  • 775.  
    What's the matter with you- ain't I always been your friend?
    Ain't I been a pardner to you? All my pennies don't I spendIn gettin' nice things for you? Don't I give you lots of cake?
  • 776.  
    Promotion comes to him who sticks
    Unto his work and never kicks,Who watches neither clock nor sun
  • 777.  
    When my hair is thin and silvered, an' my time of toil is through,
    When I've many years behind me, an' ahead of me a few,I shall want to sit, I reckon, sort of dreamin' in the sun,
  • 778.  
    A little ship goes out to sea
    As soon as we have finished tea;Off yonder where the big moon glows
  • 779.  
    The miser thinks he's living when he's hoarding up his gold;
    The soldier calls it living when he's doing something bold;The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea,
  • 780.  
    The Girl He Left Behind
    We used to think her frivolousâ??you know howparents are,
  • 781.  
    d in on him last night t' chat
    Of politics an' this an' that, An' when he'd showed me to a seat
  • 782.  
    An apple tree beside the way,
    Drinking the sunshine day by dayAccording to the Master's plan,
  • 783.  
    To serve my country day by day
    At any humble post I may;To honor and respect her flag,
  • 784.  
    If you would know a happy man,
    Go find the fellow whoHas had a bout with trouble grim
  • 785.  
    Often as we watched her there
    From our lips there fell this prayer, 'God, give us the pain to bear!
  • 786.  
    ere comes a-troopin' through my mind th' wimmin folk an' men
    I used ter know in Pixley, an' I sit with 'em awhile,A-livin' all th' fun we knew before we put on style;
  • 787.  
    If he is honest, kindly, true,
    And glad to work from day to day;If when his bit of toil is through
  • 788.  
    The father toils at his work all day,
    And he hums this song as he plods away: 'Heigho! for the mother and babe of three
  • 789.  
    The officers' friend is the waiter at camp.
    In the night air 'twas cold and was bitterly damp,And they asked me to dine, which I readily did,
  • 790.  
    the floor
    An' throws me up an' catches meWhen I come down, an' then, says he:
  • 791.  
    Good luck! That's all I'm saying, as you sail across the sea;
    The best o' luck, in the parting, is the prayer you get from me.May you never meet a danger that you won't come safely through,
  • 792.  
    When he was only nine months old,
    And plump and round and pink of cheek, A joy to tickle and to hold,
  • 793.  
    hen I was always doing wrong, or just upon the brink;
    When I was just a lad of seven and eight and nine and ten, It seemed to me that every day I got in trouble then,
  • 794.  
    OUT of the day you have taken what,
    Crown of laurels and wreath of bay? Smiles or frowns? Did you bring away
  • 795.  
    reading what may happen never lightens any care;
    I believe in facing trouble, without fretting o'er the cost, But it's altogether different when your little one is lost.
  • 796.  
    If in spite of all your grouches Troubles on you have kept piling;
  • 797.  
    We've been out to Pelletier's
    Brushing off the stain of years,Quitting all the moods of men
  • 798.  
    The dreams of youth are fairest,
    The dreams of youth are rarest;The dreams of youth are brighter
  • 799.  
    The gentle hand of women folks
    Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care
  • 800.  
    Comes in flying from the street;
    'Where's Mamma?'Friend or stranger thus he'll greet:
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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