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").

The Fishing Outfit

You may talk of stylish raiment,You may boast your broadcloth fine,And the price you gave in paymentMay be treble that of mine.But there's one suit..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Summer Children

I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,I like 'em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale;But when summer suns..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Yesterday

I've trod the links with many a man,And played him club for club;'Tis scarce a year since I beganAnd I am still a dub.But this I've noticed as we..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Sacrifice

When he has more than he can eatTo feed a stranger's not a feat.When he has more than he can spendIt isn't hard to give or lend.Who gives but what..

© Edgar Albert Guest

When Mother Cooked With Wood

I do not quarrel with the gas,Our modern range is fine,The ancient stove was doomed to passFrom Time's grim firing line,Yet now and then there comes..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Fine Sight

I reckon the finest sight of allThat a man can see in this world of oursAin't the works of art on the gallery wall,Or the red an' white o' the fust..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Signs

It's 'be a good boy, Willie,'And it's 'run away and play,For Santa Claus is comingWith his reindeer and his sleigh.'It's 'mind what mother tells..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Childless

If certain folks that I know wellShould come to me their woes to tellI'd read the sorrow in their facesAnd I could analyze their cases.I watch some..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Boy's Tribute

Prettiest girl I've ever seenIs Ma.Lovelier than any queenIs Ma.Girls with curls go walking by,Dainty, graceful, bold an' shy,But the one that takes..

© Edgar Albert Guest

A Boost For Modern Methods

In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;Perhaps the world was happier then, I'm..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Just Folks

We're queer folks here.We'll talk about the weather,The good times we have had together,The good times near,The roses buddin', an' the beesOnce more..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Old, Old Story

I have no wish to rail at fate,And vow that I'm unfairly treated;I do not give vent to my hateBecause at times I am defeated.Life has its ups and..

© Edgar Albert Guest

As It Goes

In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;The things that I thought she would really enjoyDon't seem to be..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Unimportant Differences

If he is honest, kindly, true,And glad to work from day to day;If when his bit of toil is throughWith children he will stoop to play;If he does..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Weaver

The patter of rain on the roof,The glint of the sun on the rose;Of life, these the warp and the woof,The weaving that everyone knows.Now grief with..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Toys

I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wearWith never the trace of a sigh,The things on a shelf that I'd like for myselfI never regret I can't buy.I..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Open Fire

There in the flame of the open grate,All that is good in the past I see:Red-lipped youth on the swinging gate,Bright-eyed youth with its..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Questions

Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold?Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold?Would you take a fortune and never seeThe man, in a few..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Price Of Riches

Nobody stops at the rich man's door to pass the time of day.Nobody shouts a 'hello!' to him in the good old-fashioned way.Nobody comes to his porch..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Man To Be

Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt,And somewhere, as a little boy, that future hero plays about.Within some humble..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Day Of Days

A year is filled with glad events:The best is Christmas day,But every holiday presentsIts special round of play,And looking back on boyhood nowAnd..

© Edgar Albert Guest

Hollyhocks

Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:The morning-glories on the wall,The pansies in their patch of shade,The violets, stolen from a glade,The..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Old-Time Family

It makes me smile to hear 'em tell each other nowadaysThe burdens they are bearing, with a child or two to raise.Of course the cost of living has..

© Edgar Albert Guest

The Sorrow Tugs

There's a lot of joy in the smiling world,there's plenty of morning sun,And laughter and songs and dances, too,when-ever the day's work's done;Full..

© Edgar Albert Guest

As Fall The Leaves

As fall the leaves, so drop the daysIn silence from the tree of life;Born for a little while to blazeIn action in the heat of strife,And then to..

© Edgar Albert Guest