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 Cut-Down Trousers
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..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lullaby
The golden dreamboat's ready, all her silken sails are spread,And the breeze is gently blowing to the fairy port of Bed,And the fairy's captain's..
© Edgar Albert Guest
True
The shoemaker sticks to his last and he's right;By divorce, though, we wouldn't be cursed,If everyone else in this great world of oursWould be..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Similar
A warship and a woman's hatAre just alike, I state,They 're big and ugly, cost a heap,And soon get out date.
© Edgar Albert Guest
Memorial Day
The finest tribute we can payUnto our hero dead to-day,Is not a rose wreath, white and red,In memory of the blood they shed;It is to stand beside..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Getting Her A Valentine
"GIVE me the prettiest valentineYou've got in the shop,' said he,'One with the tenderest sort o' line,In type that her eyes can see.One that she..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Jimmy
I NEVER knew him, for he never grewUp as so many strong little ones do;Just a year on the earth with his mother, and thenGod came and took Jimmy to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Two Viewpoints
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,Where the rest hour is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
They'Re Coming Back
THEY 'RE coming home Thanksgiving Day,They 're coming back once more,And mother's smiles begin to playThe way they did beforeThe youngsters went..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Mother Natur
GOOD, kindly Mother Nature playsNo favorites, but smiles for allWho care to tread her pleasant waysAnd listen to the song birds' call.The tulips and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Joys Of Home
Curling smoke from a chimney low,And only a few more steps to go,Faces pressed at a window paneWatching for someone to come again,And I am the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Tragedy Of Age
I HEARD an old man say today:'A young man gives me orders now,'A beardless youth gets better payAnd tells me what to do and how;While I have toiled..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Best Way To Read A Book
Best way to read a book I knowIs get a lad of six or so,And curl him up upon my kneeDeep in a big arm chair, where weCan catch the warmth of blazing..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Wait Till Your Pa Comes Home
'Wait till your Pa comes home!' Oh, dear!What a dreadful threat for a boy to hear.Yet never a boy of three or fourBut has heard it a thousand times..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Rather Stay Home
NEVER so happy as when I 'm at home,I 'm not so anxious to wander or roam;Rather sit down with the folks who love me,With somebody's youngster..
© Edgar Albert Guest
There Will Always Be Something To Do
There will always be something to do, my boy;There will always be wrongs to right;There will always be need for a manly breedAnd men unafraid to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Fun Of Forgiving
Sometimes I'm almost glad to hear when I get home that they've been bad;And though I try to look severe, within my heart I'm really gladWhen mother..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Deeds Of Anger
I used to lose my temper an' git mad an' tear aroundAn' raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble at the sound;I'd do things I was ashamed of when..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Things You Can'T Forget
They ain't much, seen from day to day-The big elm tree across the way,The church spire, an' the meetin' placeLit up by many a friendly face.You pass..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Gossip
A FELLOW can't help hearingHateful things about another,But a fellow can be carefulNot to tell them to his brother.Sit and listen, if you want..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Plugger
He isn't very brilliant and his pace is often slow,There's nothing very flashy in his style;He has to dig and labor for the things he wants to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
To A Kindly Critic
If it's wrong to believe in the land that we loveAnd to pray for Our Flag to the good God above;If it's wrong to believe that Our Country is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Glory Of Age
'What is the glory of age?' I said,'A hoard of gold and a few dear friends?When you've reached the day that you look aheadAnd see the place where..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Too Big A Price
'They say my boy is bad,' she said to me,A tired old woman, thin and very frail.'They caught him robbing railroad cars, an' heMust spend from five to..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Loss Is Not So Great
It is better as it is: I have failed but I can sleep;Though the pit I now am in is very dark and deepI can walk to-morrow's streets and can meet..
© Edgar Albert Guest