Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 851.  
    wry.

  • 852.  
    Something to talk about, something to do,
    Something to laugh at the whole day through,Something to look at with pride and with glee,
  • 853.  
    I've tried the high-toned specialists, who doctor folks to-day;
    I've heard the throat man whisper low 'Come on now let us spray';I've sat in fancy offices and waited long my turn,
  • 854.  
    YE HO, for a sight of the land that I love,
    And her flag floating high on the breeze;Ye ho, for a sight of her blue skies above,
  • 855.  
    'Wait till your Pa comes home!' Oh, dear!
    What a dreadful threat for a boy to hear.Yet never a boy of three or four
  • 856.  
    YOU can't pay back in dollars what your father does for you,
    You can't repay in kindness all the tenderness he shows; You little know the perils he has safely brought you through,
  • 857.  
    e pear trees are invitin' everyone t' come an' shake.
    Now the gorgeous tints of autumn are appearin' everywhere Till it seems that you can almost see the Master Painter there.
  • 858.  
    A warm house and a ruddy fire,
    To what more can man aspire?Eyes that shine with love aglow,
  • 859.  
    He brought me his report card from the teacher and he said
    He wasn't very proud of it and sadly bowed his head.He was excellent in reading, but arithmetic, was fair,
  • 860.  
    Sometimes I'm almost glad to hear when I get home that they've been bad;
    And though I try to look severe, within my heart I'm really gladWhen mother sadly tells to me the list of awful things they've done,
  • 861.  
    When e'er I 'm sad, why then I 'm glad
    To think that I 'm no sadder;And when I 'm glad, I 'm a happy lad
  • 862.  
    ticed in a general way my dad was proud of me.
    He liked the little ways I had, the simple things I said;Sometimes he gave me words of praise, sometimes he stroked my head;
  • 863.  
    The shoemaker sticks to his last and he's right;
    By divorce, though, we wouldn't be cursed,If everyone else in this great world of ours
  • 864.  
    He tore the curtains yesterday,
    And scratched the paper on the wall;Ma's rubbers, too, have gone astrayĆ¢??
  • 865.  
    It's bedtime, and we lock the door,
    Put out the lights- the day is o'er;All that can come of good or ill,
  • 866.  
    'You're spoiling them!' the mother cries
    When I give way to weepy eyesAnd let them do the things they wish,
  • 867.  
    he sea is now golden and still,
    And the big yellow moon has come up in the sky, And the Sandman is home from the hill.
  • 868.  
    Lord, we've had our little wrangles, an' we've had our little bouts;
    There's many a time, I reckon, that we have been on the outs;My tongue's a trifle hasty an' my temper's apt to fly,
  • 869.  
    We're gittin' so we need again
    To see the sproutin' seed again.We've been shut up all winter long
  • 870.  
    ime family parties we gave so long ago,
    When every near-relation and distant cousins, too, The married ones with children, Aunt Mary and Aunt Sue,
  • 871.  
    them now;
    Never at all comes in the scrawlOn the written pages which told us all
  • 872.  
    to know
    If spirits in the other world can really talk to us below.An' Pa says, 'Gosh! there's folks enough on earth to talk to, I should
  • 873.  
    A LITTLE the best of it,
    Allus he prayed for,All th' time lookin'
  • 874.  
    The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;
    A puddle in a vacant lot his sea where ships pass by:Poor little orphan boy of five, the city smoke and grime
  • 875.  
    Oh, we have friends in England, and we have friends in France,
    And should we have to travel there through some strange circumstance,Undaunted we should sail away, and gladly should we go,
  • 876.  
    The little woman, to her I bow
    And doff my hat as I pass her by;I reverence the furrows that mark her brow,
  • 877.  
    that he's playin' down here,
    When there's nobody lookin' to him fer support, an' he don't give a thought to next year.
  • 878.  
    LITTLE Miss Laugh-a-Lot,
    Saucy the way you've got, Dancing with glee are the bright eyes of you;
  • 879.  
    ell friends about the good old days forever gone from him;
    My dear old kindly gran'dad, too, explained the merry joys he knew, When he was in his twenties, and could dance and run and swim;
  • 880.  
    I reckon when the world we leave
    And cease to smile and cease to grieve,When each of us shall quit the strife
  • 881.  
    Listen to the laughter of the brook that's racin' by!
    Listen to the chatter of the black-birds on the fence! Stand an' see the beauties of the blue that's in the sky-
  • 882.  
    BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled Face,
    Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the place,You Pessimist, depart!
  • 883.  
    Got a sliver in my hand
    An' it hurt t' beat the band,An' got white around it, too;
  • 884.  
    GARDENING is hardening
    In every way you view it;It makes a fellow hustle,
  • 885.  
    Until she died we never knew
    The beauty of our faith in God.We'd seen the summer roses nod
  • 886.  
    day,
    Get through breakfast an' make my bed,And Mother says: 'Marjorie, run ahead!
  • 887.  
    fight worth while on this good old earth
    Isn't the fight for a hoard of gold IIt isn't the fight to increase your worth
  • 888.  
    re's the better view;
    'My best I've yet to do.'
  • 889.  
    more;
    'Twas not enough to cleanse his feetOf dirt they'd gathered in the street;
  • 890.  
    they wore,
    The winter caps that covered ears Are put away, and no more tears
  • 891.  
    He will not come to him this year with all his old-time joy,
    An imitation Santa Claus must serve his little boy; Last year he heard the reindeers paw the roof above his head,
  • 892.  
    You can buy, if you've got money, all you need to drink and eat,
    You can pay for bread and honey, and can keep your palate sweet. But when trouble comes to fret you, and when sorrow comes your way,
  • 893.  
    A warship and a woman's hat
    Are just alike, I state,They 're big and ugly, cost a heap,
  • 894.  
    The skies are blue and the sun is out
    and the grass is green and soft And the old charm's back in the apple tree
  • 895.  
    Rough be the road and long,
    Steep be the hills ahead, Grant that my faith be strong,
  • 896.  
    They spoke it bravely, grimly, in their darkest hours of doubt;
    They spoke it when their hope was low and when their strength gave out;We heard it from the dying in those troubled days now gone,
  • 897.  
    Last year he wanted building blocks,
    And picture books and toys,A saddle horse that gayly rocks,
  • 898.  
    You may talk of stylish raiment,
    You may boast your broadcloth fine,And the price you gave in payment
  • 899.  
    I'd like to leave but daffodills
    to mark my little way, To leave but tulips red and white
  • 900.  
    He was down and out, and his pluck was gone,
    And he said to me in a gloomy way:'I've wasted my chances, one by one,
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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