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").
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
The Perfect Dinner Table
A table cloth that's slightly soiledWhere greasy little hands have toiled;The napkins kept in silver rings,And only ordinary thingsFrom which to eat..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Wish
I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;I'd like the tattered shirt..
© Edgar Albert Guest