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").
Mother And The Baby
Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,For all the dreams of all the world are hovering 'round them there;And be the baby in his cot or..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Forgotten Boyhood
He wears a long and solemn faceAnd drives the children from his place;He doesn't like to hear them shoutOr race and run and romp about,And if they..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Good Little Boy
Once there was a boy who neverTore his clothes, or hardly ever,Never made his sister mad,Never whipped fer bein' bad,Never scolded by his Ma,Never..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Dead Return
THE dead return. I know they do;The glad smile may have passed from view,The ringing voice that cheered us soIn that remembered long agoBe stilled..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Checking The Day
'I had a full day in my purseWhen I arose, and now it's gone!I wonder if I can rehearseThe squandered hours, one by one,And count the minutes as I..
© Edgar Albert Guest
On A Certain Religious Argument
Argue it pro and con as you will,And flout each other with words,But the rose will bloom and the summer stillWill bring us the song of birds.How was..
© 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
Warriors
We all are warriors with sin. Crusading knights,we come to earthWith spotless plumes and shining shields to joustwith foes and prove our worth.The..
© Edgar Albert Guest
We'Ve Had A Letter From The Boy
We've had a letter from the boy,And oh, the gladness and the joyIt brought to us! We read it o'erI'd say a dozen times or more.We laughed until the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Finer Thought
How fine it is at night to say:'I have not wronged a soul to-day.I have not by a word or deed,In any breast sowed anger's seed,Or caused a fellow..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Defeat
No one is beat till he quits,No one is through till he stops,No matter how hard Failure hits,No matter how often he drops,A fellow's not down till he..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Spring In The Trenches
It's coming time for planting in that little patch of ground,Where the lad and I made merry as he followed me around;The sun is getting higher, and..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Treasures
Some folks I know, when friends drop inTo visit for awhile and chin,Just lead them round the rooms and hallsAnd show them pictures on their walls,And..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Peaceful Warriors
Let others sing their songs of warAnd chant their hymns of splendid death,Let others praise the soldiers' waysAnd hail the cannon's flaming..
© 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
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
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