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").

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'..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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A Wonderful World

IT 'S a wonderful world when you sum it all up,And we ought to be glad we are in it;The fellow who drinks from old Misery's cupGets the goblet of joy..

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When Day Is Done

When day is done and the night slips down,And I've turned my back on the busy town,And come once more to the welcome gateWhere the roses nod and the..

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When Father Played Baseball

The smell of arnica is strong,And mother's time is spentIn rubbing father's arms and backWith burning liniment.The house is like a druggist's..

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What We Need

We were settin' there an' smokin' of our pipes, discussin' things,Like licker, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin'thrones o' kings,When he ups an'..

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Other's Successes

CAN you go to another who wins in the fightAnd give him a hand-shake that 's true?Do you find yourself feeling a sense of delightIn the good work..

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Our House

WE play at our house and have all sorts of fun,An' there's always a game when supper is done;An' at our house there's marks on the walls an' the..

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After All Is Said And Done

AFTER all is said and done,After all the work and fun,After all the sighing's overAnd the laughter fades away,Then the cares that now beset usAnd the..

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Be Cheerful

Be CheerfulThe world is bright and sunny —If you haven't any money,What's the difference?Let me ask you anyhow.Let the other fellow hurry,Let the..

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Can'T

Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;Doing more harm here than slander and lies;On it is many a strong spirit broken,And with it many a..

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others' Excuses

Mother for me made excusesWhen I was a little lad;Found some reason for my conductWhen it had been very bad.Blamed it on a recent illnessOr my..

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The Path That Leads To Home

The little path that leads to home,That is the road for me,I know no finer path to roam,With finer sights to see.With thoroughfares the world is..

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My Creed

To live as gently as I can;To be, no matter where, a man;To take what comes of good or illAnd cling to faith and honor still;To do my best, and let..

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Raisin Pie

There's a heap of pent-up goodnessin the yellow bantam corn,And I sort o' like to lingerround a berry patch at morn;Oh, the Lord has set our..

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Henry Ford's Offhand Way

Speaking of Henry Ford's purchase of a million dollars' worth of city bonds, Controller Engel said; 'He talked about buying those bonds exactly as I..

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Father

Used to wonder just why fatherNever had much time for play,Used to wonder why he'd ratherWork each minute of the day.Used to wonder why he..

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