Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
When A Little Baby Dies
When a little baby diesAnd the wee form silent lies,And the little cheeks seem waxenAnd the little hands are still,Then your soul gives way to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
How Do You Tackle Your Work
How do you tackle your work each day?Are you scared of the job you find?Do you grapple the task that comes your wayWith a confident, easy mind?Do you..
© Edgar Albert Guest
On Going Home For Christmas
He little knew the sorrow that was in his vacant chair;He never guessed they'd miss him, or he'd surely have been there;He couldn't see his mother or..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Making Of Friends
If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along,If each every minute looked after himself and good things all went to thestrong,If..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Father's Tribute
I don't know what they'll put him at, or whathis post may be;I cannot guess the task that waits for him acrossthe sea,But I have known him through..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Choice
Sure, they get stubborn at times; they worry andfret us a lot,But I'd rather be crossed by a glad little boyand frequently worried than not.There are..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Home
The road to laughter beckons me,The road to all that's best;The home road where I nightly seeThe castle of my rest;The path where all is fine and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old Friends
I do not say new friends are not considerate and true,Or that their smiles ain't genuine, but still I'm tellin' youThat when a feller's heart is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Rough Little Rascal
A smudge on his nose and a smear on his cheekAnd knees that might not have been washed in a week;A bump on his forehead, a scar on his lip,A relic of..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Things That Haven'T Been Done Before
The things that haven't been done before,Those are the things to try;Columbus dreamed of an unknown shoreAt the rim of the far-flung sky,And his..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Think Happy Thoughts
Think happy thoughts!Think sunshine all the day;Refuse to let the trifling worries stay,Crowd them with thoughts of laughter from your mind.Think of..
© Edgar Albert Guest
When We Were Kids
WHEN we wuz kids together, an' we didn't have a care,In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz allus bare,When a hat warn't necessary, an' a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Gardening
GARDENING is hardeningIn every way you view it;It makes a fellow hustle,And it strengthens every muscle;It knots up many a tendonSo that no one can..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Capital Punishment
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,And wide as the world is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Prayer
God grant me kindly thoughtAnd patience through the day,And in the things I've wroughtLet no man living sayThat hate's grim mark has stainedWhat..
© Edgar Albert Guest
True Nobility
Who does his task from day to dayAnd meets whatever comes his way,Believing God has willed it so.Has found real greatness here below.Who guards his..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Hard Work
One day, in ages dark and dim,A toiler, weary, worn and faint,Who found his task too much for him,Gave voice unto a sad complaint.And seeking..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Being Brave At Night
The other night 'bout two o'clock, or maybe it was three,An elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me.His trunk was wavin' in the air an'..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Off To School
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..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Father's Chore
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still;He can cut himself while shaving an' not swear;If a ladder slips beneath him an' he gets a..
© Edgar Albert Guest
When Sorrow Comes
When sorrow comes, as come it must,In God a man must place his trust.There is no power in mortal speechThe anguish of his soul to reach,No voice..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Patriotism
I think my country needs my vote,I know it doesn't need my throat,My lungs and larynx, too;And so I sit at home at nightAnd teach my children what is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Making The House A Home
Here's our story, page by page,Happy youth and middle-age,Smile and tear-drop, weal and woeSuch as all who live must know-Here it is all written..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Just A Boy
Get to understand the lad-He's not eager to be bad;If the right he always knew,He would be as old as you.Were he now exceeding wise,He'd be just..
© Edgar Albert Guest
God Made This Day For Me
Jes' the sort o' weather and jes' the sort of skyWhich seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds driftin' byOn a sea o' smooth blue water. Oh, I..
© Edgar Albert Guest