Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

521. A Warm House And A Ruddy Fire 7/12/2014
522. Mother And The Baby 7/12/2014
523. The Dead Return 7/11/2014
524. Checking The Day 7/11/2014
525. Forgotten Boyhood 7/11/2014
526. The Good Little Boy 7/11/2014
527. On A Certain Religious Argument 7/11/2014
528. The Little Home 7/11/2014
529. Prayer For The Home 7/11/2014
530. The Path To Home 7/11/2014
531. Motherhood 7/12/2014
532. When The Young Are Grown 7/12/2014
533. The Call 7/12/2014
534. Hate 7/12/2014
535. When Nellie's On The Job 7/12/2014
536. When We'Re All Alike 8/14/2014
537. Welcoming The New Year 8/27/2014
538. ‘erbert's H'Opinion 8/27/2014
539. Lines To The Wash Woman 8/27/2014
540. An Uncle 8/27/2014
541. St. Louis: A Song Of The City 9/2/2014
542. Happiness 9/2/2014
543. Queer Ebenezer 9/2/2014
544. Contrary Sary 9/2/2014
545. A Lullaby 8/20/2014
546. The Honor Roll 8/20/2014
547. The Shattered Dream 8/20/2014
548. Pretending Not To See 8/20/2014
549. History Teaches 8/20/2014
550. Bob White 8/20/2014
551. Committee Meetings 8/20/2014
552. The Graduation Dress 8/20/2014
553. His First Long Trousers 8/25/2014
554. The Don'T Believers 8/25/2014
555. The Family Party 8/26/2014
556. Little Miss Six O'Clock 8/26/2014
557. His Philosophy 8/26/2014
558. Arcady 8/25/2014
559. Tonsils 8/25/2014
560. My Job 8/26/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • 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.

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  • 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)

    THIS IS ONE OF THE BETTER SITES THAT I HAVE BEEN TO. I JUST SIGNED UP AND I HAVE TO EXPLORE THE SITE MORE.
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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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