Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

401. My Proud Pa 8/27/2014
402. Good Friday 8/27/2014
403. The Choir At Pixley 8/27/2014
404. Real Help 8/27/2014
405. When The Minister Calls 8/27/2014
406. The Lucky Man 8/27/2014
407. You And Your Body 8/27/2014
408. Copy Paper 8/27/2014
409. Mother's Party Dress 8/27/2014
410. His Dog 8/27/2014
411. The Summer Girl 8/27/2014
412. The Cost Of Praise 8/27/2014
413. My Word! 8/27/2014
414. The March O' Man 8/27/2014
415. Nothing Unusual 8/26/2014
416. Winds Of The Morning 8/26/2014
417. The Painter 8/26/2014
418. What Home's Intended For 8/26/2014
419. Roses, Birds And Some Men 8/26/2014
420. The Gift Of Play 8/26/2014
421. The Little Woman 8/26/2014
422. At Dawn 8/26/2014
423. The Old Days 8/26/2014
424. What A Sick Woman Does 8/25/2014
425. Tommy Atkins' Way 8/25/2014
426. The Cure For Weariness 8/25/2014
427. For Others—and His Wife 8/25/2014
428. The Influence Of Woman 8/25/2014
429. He Earned His Way 8/25/2014
430. One-Sided Faith 8/20/2014
431. A Real Thriller 8/20/2014
432. The Home-Wrecker 8/20/2014
433. Off To School 8/20/2014
434. The Homes Of Joy 8/20/2014
435. A Place At The Top 8/20/2014
436. The Test 8/20/2014
437. Man's Experience 8/20/2014
438. The Boy's Adventure 8/20/2014
439. Old Years And New 8/20/2014
440. What Father Knows 8/20/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Cynthia Mcleod (3/28/2012 8:59:00 PM)

    My favorite poem by Guest is not on here. That's such a shame. It's called Teamwork. Google it (:

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  • Roy Altemus (5/18/2010 11:04:00 PM)

    This was so appropriate for today's drivers. It was on the back of a 1949 Hudson car manual:

    COURTESY / Edgar A. Guest © 1947

    Not the “right of way” when driving, but the simple way of right and never once forgetting to be courteous and polite.
    A little bit of patience as behind the wheel you sit and you’ll never lose a fender and a child you’ll never hit.

    Oh, the worst of phrases ringing all through motordom today is that selfish bit of wording that is known as “right of way.”
    It has filled the graves of many who have sped some road along, since death never asks the question, is the driver right or wrong.

    Just a little thought for others, just remembering to be kind, just the willingness in traffic to slow down and stay behind.
    Just the show of gracious manners which all gentle folks display, and all the accidents that happen will be fewer day by day.

    Just control that flash of temper when another sounds his horn. In the car may be a mother soon to have her baby born.
    Be considerate in your driving and be courteous and be kind, and you’ll reach your dwelling safely and you’ll keep your peace of mind.

  • Naomi Bigelow (2/8/2008 5:08:00 PM)

    I grew up listening to WJR radio out of Detroit; listening to Edgar A. Guest's son, Bud Guest was part of everyday life. I remember one of his dad's poems, 'Open-face Letters' as the earliest one I can recall. This man's poetry and his son's voice are some of the homey things from The Good Old Days. They influenced me to begin writing poetry, too. Although I ended up published with novels, I still write the occasional poem, partly due to the Guests.

  • Steven Albert (10/20/2007 3:48:00 AM)


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 ...

Read the full of See It Through

On Quitting

How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,
And where'er you go it is often heard;
But can you tell to a jot or guess
Just how much courage you now possess?
You may stand to trouble and keep your grin,
But have you tackled self-discipline?
Have you ever issued commands to you

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