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").
Why I'M Glad
I'M glad I have a wife at homeThat's patient, kind and true;I 'm glad a little tot of threeAt home waits for me, too;I 'm glad that I can see them..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Responsibility Of Fatherhood
BEFORE you came, my little lad,I used to think that I was good,Some vicious habits, too, I had,But wouldn't change them if I could.I held my head up..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Song
Rough be the road and long,Steep be the hills ahead,Grant that my faith be strong,Fearlessly let me tread.After the day's hard testHome — with its..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lost Opportunities
'When I am rich,' he used to say,'A thousand joys I'll give away;I'll walk among the poor I findAnd unto one and all be kind.I'll place a wreath of..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little Girls
God made the little boys for fun, for rough and tumble times of play;He made their little legs to run and race and scamper through the day.He made..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Benefit Of Trouble
IF LIFE were rosy and skies were blueAnd never a cloud appeared,If every heart that you loved proved true,And never a friendship seared;If there were..
© Edgar Albert Guest
If Those Who Love Us
F those who love us find us trueAnd kind and gentle, and are gladWhen each grim working day is throughTo have us near them, why be sad?If those who..
© Edgar Albert Guest
To A Lady Knitting
Little woman, hourly sitting,Something for a soldier knitting,What in fancy can you see?Many pictures come to meThrough the stitch that now you're..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Simple Things
I would not be too wise- so very wiseThat I must sneer at simple songs and creeds,And let the glare of wisdom blind my eyesTo humble people and their..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little Feet
There is no music quite so sweetAs patter of a baby's feet.Who never hears along the hallThe sound of tiny feet that fallUpon the floor so soft and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Common Touch
I would not be too wise—so very wiseThat I must sneer at simple songs and creeds,And let the glare of wisdom blind my eyesTo humble people and their..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Plea
GOD grant me these: the strength to doSome needed service here;The wisdom to be brave and true;The gift of vision clear,That in each task that comes..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Until She Died
Until she died we never knewThe beauty of our faith in God.We'd seen the summer roses nodAnd wither as the tempests blew,Through many a spring we'd..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Ten Fingered Mice
When a cake is nicely frosted and it's put away for tea,And it looks as trim and proper as a chocolate cake should be,Would it puzzle you at evening..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Tears Expressive
Death crossed his threshold yesterdayAnd left the glad voice of his loved one dumb.To him the living now will comeAnd cross his threshold in the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Ma And The Auto
Before we take an auto ride Pa says to Ma: 'My dear,Now just remember I don't need suggestions from the rear.If you will just sit still back there..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Baby's Got A Tooth
The telephone rang in my office to-day,as it often has tinkled before.I turned in my chair in a half-grouchy way,for a telephone call is a bore;And I..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Challenge
Life is a challenge to the bold,It flings its gauntlet downAnd bids us, if we seek for goldAnd glory and renown,To come and take them from its..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Failures
'Tis better to have tried in vain,Sincerely striving for a goal,Than to have lived upon the plainAn idle and a timid soul.'Tis better to have fought..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Manhood's Greeting
I've' felt some little thrills of pride, I've inwardly rejoicedAlong the pleasant lanes of life to hear my praises voiced;No great distinction have I..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Growing Down
Time was I thought of growing up,But that was ere the babies came;I'd dream and plan to be a manAnd win my share of wealth and fame,For age held all..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Crucible Of Life
Sunshine and shadow, blue sky and gray,Laughter and tears as we tread on our way;Hearts that are heavy, then hearts that are light,Eyes that are..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Departed Friends
The dead friends live and always will;Their presence hovers round us still.It seems to me they come to shareEach joy or sorrow that we bear.Among the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Constant Beauty
It's good to have the trees again, the singing of the breeze again,It's good to see the lilacs bloom as lovely as of old.It's good that we can feel..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Since Jessie Died
We understand a lot of things we never did before,And it seems that to each other Ma and I are meaning more.I don't know how to say it, but since..
© Edgar Albert Guest