Edgar Albert Guest Poems

  • 201.  
    Show the flag and let it wave
    As a symbol of the brave Let it float upon the breeze
  • 202.  
    A PAT on the back is a wonderful thing,
    It gives a man courage to whistle and sing; When hope is departing, the outlook is grim,
  • 203.  
    PROUD is the state of its millions of men,
    And proud is the state of its name; In its borders are masters of brush and of pen,
  • 204.  
    They put him in jail for the thing he'd done,
    For that was the law they'd made; They turned the key on his youth till he
  • 205.  
    Time was I thought of growing up,
    But that was ere the babies came; I'd dream and plan to be a man
  • 206.  
    When Ma gets out the monthly bills and sets them all in front of Dad,
    She makes us children run away because she knows he may get mad; An' then she smiles a bit and says: 'I hope you will not fuss and fret-
  • 207.  
    I'M for the happy man every time,
    The man who smiles as he goes his way, Whether he's up or whether he's down,
  • 208.  
    They lived together thirty years,
    I Through storm and sunshine, weal and woe; They shared each other's hopes and fears â??
  • 209.  
    When you're up against a trouble,
    Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
  • 210.  
    I wonder if he'll stop to think,
    When the long years have traveled by, Who heard his plea: 'I want a drink!'
  • 211.  
    BEIN' uncle to the kids,
    Laughin' lips an' drowsy lids Grimy hands an' tattered clothes,
  • 212.  
    CAN you go to another who wins in the fight
    And give him a hand-shake that 's true? Do you find yourself feeling a sense of delight
  • 213.  
    With time our notions allus change,
    An' years make old idees seem strange- Take Mary there- time was when she
  • 214.  
    MISCHIEVOUS and full of fun,
    Eyes that sparkle like the sun; Mouth that's always in a smile,
  • 215.  
    He swore that he'd be true to her,
    If she would only marry him; That as his wife, throughout his life
  • 216.  
    To happiness I raise my glass,
    The goal of every human, The hope of every clan and class
  • 217.  
    Only a dad, with a tired face,
    Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame,
  • 218.  
    Jim's made good in the world out there, an' Kate has a man that's true,
    No better, of course, than she deserves; she's rich, but she's happy, too; Fred is manager, full-fledged nowâ??he's boss of a big concern
  • 219.  
    Courage isn't a brilliant dash,
    A daring deed in a moment's flash; It isn't an instantaneous thing
  • 220.  
    My big brother will git you fer that,
    He'll shine up your eye and he'll step on your hat: You'd better watch out in the mornin', for he
  • 221.  
    Ain't no use as I can see
    In sittin' underneath a tree An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
  • 222.  
    The little house is not too small
    To shelter friends who come to call. Though low the roof and small its space
  • 223.  
    You can rig up a house with all manner of things,
    The prayer rugs of sultans and princes and kings; You can hang on its wall the old tapestries rare
  • 224.  
    There is too much of sighing, and weaving
    Of pitiful tales of despair. There is too much of wailing and grieving,
  • 225.  
    When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere,
    And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair, For the mother croons her ditties, and the father hums a song.
  • 226.  
    First thing in the morning, last I hear at night,
    Get it when I come from school: 'My, you look a sight! Go upstairs this minute, an' roll your sleeves up high
  • 227.  
    Oh, we have shipped his Christmas box with ribbons red 'tis tied,
    And he shall find the things he likes from them he loves inside, But he must miss the kisses true and all the laughter gay
  • 228.  
    It's the dull road that leads to the gay road;
    The practice that leads to success; The work road that leads to the play road;
  • 229.  
    The world is filled with bustle and with selfishness and greed,
    It is filled with restless people that are dreaming of a deed. You can read it in their faces; they are dreaming of the day
  • 230.  
    I LIKE the dream days best of all,
    The hollyhocks against the wall; The rambler roses blushing red,
  • 231.  
    This is the day when we are great,
    And sally forth to celebrate; When night comes on, God grant that we
  • 232.  
    The hours were long with you away,
    Although I thought I could forget; I banished you and cursed the day
  • 233.  
    A woman is queer, there's no doubt about that.
    She hates to be thin and she hates to be fat; One minute it's laughter, the next it's a cry-
  • 234.  
    The old days, the old days, how oft the poets sing,
    The days of hope at dewy morn, the days of early spring, The days when every mead was fair, and every heart was true,
  • 235.  
    Tell me, what is half so sweet
    As a baby's tiny feet, Pink and dainty as can be,
  • 236.  
    TAKE your troubles
    Best you can. Stand right up
  • 237.  
    When your boy wants to do what he shouldn'tâ??
    Some foolish or dangerous thing. Or something you wish that he wouldn't,
  • 238.  
    Mother for me made excuses
    When I was a little lad; Found some reason for my conduct
  • 239.  
    SAY, young fellow, just a minute,
    They 're your first long trousers, eh? And your little gray knee breeches
  • 240.  
    Life is a jest;
    Take the delight of it. Laughter is best;
  • 241.  
    I'M not kicking on expenses, now the sewing time commences,
    I will buy chiffon and laces till they say they've got enough; Sure her dress for graduation shall excite the admiration
  • 242.  
    When a fellow's feeling blue,
    And is troubled, through and through With a melancholy feeling
  • 243.  
    Whose luck is better far than ours?
    The other fellow's. Whose road seems always lined with flowers?
  • 244.  
    The lady what comes up to our house t' wash
    Is awfully poor, an' she's got Three babies t' care for, an' that's why she works,
  • 245.  
    I LIKE the homes where a Teddy Bear
    Monopolizes the best arm chair, Where the sofa a rag doll occupies
  • 246.  
    It is better as it is: I have failed but I can sleep;
    Though the pit I now am in is very dark and deep I can walk to-morrow's streets and can meet to-morrow's men
  • 247.  
    WHAT does it all mean anyway,
    Noise of cannon and boom of gun, Deafening, colorful fire display
  • 248.  
    When day is done and the night slips down,
    And I've turned my back on the busy town, And come once more to the welcome gate
  • 249.  
    The choir we had in Pixley wasn't much for looks an' styles,
    But today if I could hear it I would walk a hundred miles; There warn't a singer in it that could boast she 'd crossed the seas
  • 250.  
    On every street there's a certain place
    Where the children gather to romp and race; There's a certain house where they meet in throngs
Total 945 poems written by Edgar Albert Guest

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