Poems by Edgar Albert Guest
The Killing Place
... We should laugh more and cut out this chase after wealth ...
Duty
... And when at last sweet peace shall come, and all the strife is o'er, ...
Cliffs Of Scotland
... buried at the water's edge at the base of the rocky ...
A Song
... Home, where is none distressed, ...
Loafing
... Worn out with toil and strife, ...
A Personal View Of War
... That bugle calls were splendid, thrilling ...
Homesick
... But it's only empty laughter, and there's nothing ...
The Fellowship Of Books
... For old time's sake, they'll lighter make ...
House-Hunting
... Our thoughts have turned from dens and domes ...
If You Would Please Me
... Or steal from them the fleeting joys they crave ...
My Proud Pa
... Is my Pa. I 'spose that the man with that face-stretching grin ...
A Creed
... Nor stacks of gold I made, but couldn't spend, ...
Tommy Atkins' Way
... All he said was: "When you're cornered, h'and you've got no plyce to go, ...
The Scoffer
... I always think of Franklin's trick, which brought the jeers of men ...
True
... The shoemaker sticks to his last and he's right ...
