Poems by Edgar Albert Guest
Mother's Glasses
... It starts when first the postman through the door a letter passes, ...
Bud Discusses Cleanliness
... An' give your hands a scrubbing and wipe 'em till they're dry! ...
Fame
... But when he's ceased to care for self, ...
Send Her A Valentine
... To find that you're her sweetheart still ...
Back To School
... i've had some fun, of course, but then, ...
Similar
... They 're big and ugly, cost a heap, ...
The Better Thing
... Will be filled with worse horrors than death ...
As It Looks To The Boy
... And I think that she has lost him though she's kept him at her side ...
The New Days
... The old, old days of youth and love, the days they say were best ...
Songs Of Gloom
... Let me sing a song of pleasure, ...
The Influence Of Woman
... Who waits at home with welcome fond and true, ...
The Reason For Work
... The men who rise to fame, you'll find, ...
The Doctor
... In there, which always jump and jerk, ...
What Is Success?
... It's in the children whom you love, and all they learn from you-- ...
All That Matters
... Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold ...
