Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 801.  
    SO YOU 'RE sobbin' in the night time, an' you 're sighin' through the day,
    An' your heart is ever callin' for the loved one gone away; An' you're lonely, oh, so lonely! an' there's nothin' friends can do,
  • 802.  
    and do the things his mother says he can't.
    An aunt to come a visitin' or one to go and seeIs just about the finest kind of lady there could be.
  • 803.  
    You cannot gather every rose,
    Nor every pleasure claim,Nor bask in every breeze that blows,
  • 804.  
    An auto is a helpful thing;
    I love the way the motor hums,I love each cushion and each spring,
  • 805.  
    IT doesn't seem a year ago that I was tumbling out of bed,
    The icy steps that lead below at 1 a.m., barefoot, to tread, And puttering round the kitchen stove, while chills ran up and down my form
  • 806.  
    RECKON when our days are done
    And God takes up our record sheets, And sees the battles we have won, He'll want to read of our defeats.Our little failings He will view,
  • 807.  
    At The Millennium
    WHENEVER men and women learn To be themselves from day to day,
  • 808.  
    There isn't any danger in the kindly things you say,
    There isn't any sorrow in the fine and manly deed,No deep regret awaits you at the ending of the day,
  • 809.  
    Laughter sort o' settles breakfast better than digestive pills;
    Found it, somehow in my travels, cure for every sort of ills;When the hired help have riled me with their slipshod, careless ways,
  • 810.  
    ight-backed and plain,
    Where the sunbeams to worship came in through the windows that bore not a stain, And the choir was composed of the good folks who toiled week-days in meadow and lane;
  • 811.  
    cil marks of silver Time has left upon my brow;
    I shall win no service medals, I shall hear no cannons' roar,I shall never fight a battle higher up than eagles soar,
  • 812.  
    We never knew how much the Flag
    Could mean, until he went away,We used to boast of it and brag,
  • 813.  
    The moon swings low in the sky above,
    And the twinkling stars shine bright,And a mother sings to her baby love
  • 814.  
    Said Dan McGann to a foreign man who worked at the selfsame bench,
    'Let me tell you this,' and for emphasis he flourished a Stilson wrench;'Don't talk to me of the bourjoissee, don't open your mouth to speak
  • 815.  
    Under the shade of trees,
    Flat on my back at ease,Lulled by the hum of bees,
  • 816.  
    e kites an' carts an' lots of things
    You pull along the ground with strings,And he knows all the names of birds,
  • 817.  
    'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,'
    Cried Romeo once, and truth he spoke I own;And we should smell the autos down the street
  • 818.  
    My Pa he eats his breakfast
    in a funny sort of way: We hardly ever see him
  • 819.  
    TWO long-haired friends at table sat
    And sipped some old Sauterne, And each one sought throughout the chat
  • 820.  
    WHAT of the glories after death,
    When this frail form gives up its breath?Why do we strive to understand
  • 821.  
    I'd rather be a failure than the man who's never tried;
    I'd rather seek the mountain-top than always stand aside.Oh, let me hold some lofty dream and make my desperate fight,
  • 822.  
    He was battle-scarred and ugly with the marks of shot and shell,
    And we knew that British Tommy had a stirring tale to tell,So we asked him where he got it and what disarranged his face,
  • 823.  
    Her face seems prettier, an' her ways
    More settled-like. In these few daysShe's changed completely, an' her smile
  • 824.  
    I reckon the finest sight of all
    That a man can see in this world of oursAin't the works of art on the gallery wall,
  • 825.  
    Men talk too much of gold and fame,
    And not enough about a name;And yet a good name's better far
  • 826.  
    There's nothing cheers a fellow up just like a hearty greeting,
    A handclasp and an honest smile that flash the joy of meeting;And when at friendly doors you ring, somehow it seems to free you
  • 827.  
    To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The bills and house rent of a wedded fortune,
  • 828.  
    I'd like to think when life is done
    That I had filled a needed post. That here and there I'd paid my fare
  • 829.  
    curl him up upon my knee
    Deep in a big arm chair, where weCan catch the warmth of blazing coals,
  • 830.  
    "I WANT a chance to show what I can do,'
    He sighed when others seemed to pass him by;'There are great problems I could master, too,
  • 831.  
    Let others sing their songs of war
    And chant their hymns of splendid death, Let others praise the soldiers' ways
  • 832.  
    When I was but a little lad, my old Grandfather said
    That none should wind the clock but he, and so, at time for bed,He'd fumble for the curious key kept high upon the shelf
  • 833.  
    To gentle ways I am inclined;
    I have no wish to kill.To creatures dumb I would be kind;
  • 834.  
    Every night she runs to me
    With a bandaged arm or a bandaged knee,A stone-bruised heel or a swollen brow,
  • 835.  
    My name is Johnny Vincent Brown,
    I live on Leicester Court, My Pa's not here, he's gone downtown,
  • 836.  
    o gather the tares and chaff
    But sow with a cheerful air. Here's to the smiling men
  • 837.  
    t's all for the best,' said he,
    And I know that he sought my heart to reach, And I know that he grieved with me.
  • 838.  
    After a man has been married awhile,
    And his wife has grown used to his mannerAnd style,
  • 839.  
    It needed just an extra turn to make the bolt secure,
    A few more minutes on the job and then the work was sure;But he begrudged the extra turn, and when the task was through,
  • 840.  
    The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die,
    To face the flaming cannon's mouth, nor ever question why,Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red,
  • 841.  
    I'm up against it day by day,
    My ignorance is distressing;The things I don't know on the way
  • 842.  
    'They tie you down,' a woman said,
    Whose cheeks should have been flaming redWith shame to speak of children so.
  • 843.  
    It's funny when a feller wants to do his little bit,
    And wants to wear a uniform and lug a soldier's kit,And ain't afraid of submarines nor mines that fill the sea,
  • 844.  
    brown eyes see?
    Has your baby mind been able to findOne thread of the mystery?
  • 845.  
    I'SPOSE the big head bendin' over my crib
    Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk is so glib
  • 846.  
    Whatever the task and whatever the risk, wherever
    the flag's in air,The funny man with his sunny ways is sure to
  • 847.  
    HERE 's a letter from John in th' city,
    Ain't heard from him now fer a year;Yes, his handwritin' s stylish an' pretty,
  • 848.  
    OF ALL the ships that sail life's sea,
    The Comradeship's the one for me;In weather fair or weather foul,
  • 849.  
    I CAN stand for the man with the cute little bow
    On the back of his green colored hat, For there are a lot of good fellows I know
  • 850.  
    We have room for the man with an honest dream,
    With his heart on fire and his eyes agleam;We have room for the man with a purpose true,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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