Edgar Albert Guest

(20 August 1881 - 5 August 1959 / Birmingham / England)

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

1. A Christmas Carol 7/11/2014
2. The Soldier On Crutches 7/11/2014
3. As We Prayed 7/11/2014
4. He's Taken Out His Papers 7/11/2014
5. The Path To Home 7/11/2014
6. The Cheat 7/11/2014
7. Picture Books 7/11/2014
8. Lines For A Flag Raising Ceremony 7/11/2014
9. Boy O' Mine 7/11/2014
10. Folks 7/11/2014
11. Old-Fashioned Letters 7/11/2014
12. The Frosting Dish 7/11/2014
13. The Fifty-Per-Cent Man 7/11/2014
14. The Best Land 7/11/2014
15. The Need 7/11/2014
16. The Brethren 7/11/2014
17. The Homely Man 7/11/2014
18. The Family Doctor 7/11/2014
19. Playing The Game 7/11/2014
20. Bread And Gravy 7/12/2014
21. Living 7/12/2014
22. When The Young Are Grown 7/12/2014
23. Youth 7/12/2014
24. Playing For Keeps 7/12/2014
25. The Boy's Ideal 7/12/2014
26. The Newspaper Man 7/12/2014
27. Denial 7/12/2014
28. The Call 7/12/2014
29. Somebody Else 7/12/2014
30. The Grate Fire 7/12/2014
31. The Things They Musn'T Touch 7/12/2014
32. His Other Chance 7/12/2014
33. July The Fourth 7/12/2014
34. The Silver Stripes 7/12/2014
35. Hate 7/12/2014
36. The Big Deeds 7/12/2014
37. The Gold Star 7/12/2014
38. Prophecy 7/12/2014
39. When The Drums Shall Cease To Beat 7/12/2014
40. Memorial Day 7/12/2014
Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

See It Through

When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it's vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don't let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it ...

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A Toast To The Men

Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,

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