Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 151.  
    Here's our story, page by page,
    Happy youth and middle-age, Smile and tear-drop, weal and woe
  • 152.  
    The job will not make you, my boy;
    The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy
  • 153.  
    BEFORE you came, my little lad,
    I used to think that I was good, Some vicious habits, too, I had,
  • 154.  
    You are the fellow that has to decide
    Whether you'll do it or toss it aside. You are the fellow who makes up your mind
  • 155.  
    I HEARD an old man say today:
    'A young man gives me orders now,' A beardless youth gets better pay
  • 156.  
    For this and that and various things
    It seems that men must get together, To purchase cups or diamond rings
  • 157.  
    Home was never home before,
    Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore,
  • 158.  
    Last night I held my arms to you
    And you held yours to mine And started out to march to me
  • 159.  
    Up to the ceiling
    And down to the floor, Hear him now squealing
  • 160.  
    Did you ever sit down and talk with men
    In a serious sort of a way, On their views of life and ponder then
  • 161.  
    'Men will grow weary,' said the Lord,
    'Of working for their bed and board. They'll weary of the money chase
  • 162.  
    At Sugar Camp the cook is kind
    And laughs the laugh we knew as boys; And there we slip away and find
  • 163.  
    H'if a yankee cutthroat â??acks â??is poor hold mother,
    H'it tykes a year to pack â??im h'off to jyle; â??E can h'always dig h'up some h'excuse or hotter
  • 164.  
    You can brag about the famous men you know;
    You may boast about the great men you have met, Parsons, eloquent and wise; stars in histrionic skies;
  • 165.  
    We shall thank our God for graces
    That we've never known before; We shall look on manlier faces
  • 166.  
    Somebody said that it couldn't be done
    But he with a chuckle replied That 'maybe it couldn't,' but he would be one
  • 167.  
    Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
    You've all that the greatest of men have had, Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,
  • 168.  
    Here's to you, little mother,
    With your boy so far away; May the joy of service smother
  • 169.  
    OUT in the open, the wide sky above,
    And the green meadows stretched at my feet; Out in the open, midst scenes that I love,
  • 170.  
    Taking medicine today isn't what it used to be. Castor oil is castor oil, but they've banished senna tea, And they've sugar coated now all the bitter things we took, Mother used to brew for us from the family doctor book. Now I tell that boy of mine when he starts to make a fuss, He is lucky not to be taking what they gave to us.
    Seems the kitchen stove back then always had a pan or two
  • 171.  
    YOU don't weigh more than thirty pounds,
    Your legs are little, plump and fat, And yet you patter on your rounds
  • 172.  
    JUST now I think
    I 'd like to be At the river's brink
  • 173.  
    UP and down the lanes of love,
    With the bright blue skies above, And the grass beneath our feet,
  • 174.  
    Time was I used to worry and I'd sit around an' sigh,
    And think with every ache I got that I was goin' to die, I'd see disaster comin' from a dozen different ways
  • 175.  
    'How much do babies cost?' said he
    The other night upon my knee; And then I said: 'They cost a lot;
  • 176.  
    As when a little babe is born the parents cannot guess
    The story of the future years, their grief or happiness, So came America to earth, the child of higher things,
  • 177.  
    IT'S ALL in the way that you look at the world,
    It's all in the way that you do things, With laughter or sorrow your lips may be curled,
  • 178.  
    Time was the cry went round the world:
    America for freedom speaks, A new flag is to-day unfurled,
  • 179.  
    I look into the faces of the people passing by,
    The glad ones and the sad ones, and the lined with misery, And I wonder why the sorrow or the twinkle in the eye;
  • 180.  
    OH, you laughing little fellow, with your eyes agleam with fun,
    And your golden curls a-mockin' all the splendor of the sun, With your cheeks a wee bit redder than the petals of the rose,
  • 181.  
    JIM had a quaint philosophy,
    'It ain't fer you, it's jes' fer me,' He used to say. 'I don't p'tend
  • 182.  
    Out in the woods with a dog an' gun
    Is my idea of a real day's fun. 'Tain't the birds that I'm out to kill
  • 183.  
    He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,
    But he didn't seem to hear us, so I went out there to see What the little rogue was up to, and I stooped and asked him why,
  • 184.  
    I am selfish in my wishin' every sort o' joy for you;
    I am selfish when I tell you that I'm wishin' skies o' blue Bending o'er you every minute, and a pocketful of gold,
  • 185.  
    The pathway of the living is our ever-present care.
    Let us do our best to smooth it and to make it bright and fair; Let us travel it with kindness, let's be careful as we tread,
  • 186.  
    IF no one ever went ahead,
    If we had seen no friend depart And mourned him for a while as dead,
  • 187.  
    I ALWAYS think of mother, when
    The lilac tree's in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again
  • 188.  
    I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
    I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way. The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
  • 189.  
    Let the old fire blaze
    An' the youngsters shout An' the dog on the rug
  • 190.  
    To live as gently as I can;
    To be, no matter where, a man; To take what comes of good or ill
  • 191.  
    UNDER a tree where the breezes blow,
    There is the spot that it's good to go With the children bronzed by the Summer sun,
  • 192.  
    If I knew a better land on this glorious world of ours,
    Where a man gets bigger money and is working shorter hours; If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine.
  • 193.  
    I would not be too wise- so very wise
    That I must sneer at simple songs and creeds, And let the glare of wisdom blind my eyes
  • 194.  
    The new - fangled churches that don't believe I things
    Aren't the churches that satisfy me; I 'm firm in my notion that angels wear wings,
  • 195.  
    IS IT so sudden? Then did you believe, dear,
    Those evenings I called at your flat And lovingly, longingly gazed in your eyes,
  • 196.  
    When father couldn't wear them mother cut them down for me;
    She took the slack in fore and aft, and hemmed them at the knee; They fitted rather loosely, but the things that made me glad
  • 197.  
    He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,
    His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as nails. He is wearing Yankee khaki and a healthy coat of tan,
  • 198.  
    I'd like to steal a day and be
    All alone with little me, Little me that used to run
  • 199.  
    The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me;
    In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling till you're free; In seeing wrongs and righting them, in dreaming splendid dreams,
  • 200.  
    I know that what I did was wrong;
    I should have sent you far away. You tempted me, and I'm not strong;
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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