Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

601. Curly Locks 7/12/2014
602. Friends 7/12/2014
603. Songs Of Rejoicing 7/12/2014
604. Out Fishin' 7/12/2014
605. Marjorie 7/12/2014
606. Memory 7/12/2014
607. Clinching The Bolt 7/12/2014
608. Accomplished Care 7/12/2014
609. Example 7/12/2014
610. Bulb Planting Time 7/12/2014
611. The Cookie Jar 7/11/2014
612. Faith 7/11/2014
613. The First Easter 7/11/2014
614. Influence 7/11/2014
615. A New Year's Plea 7/11/2014
616. The Lamb Skin 3/29/2010
617. Home And The Office 7/11/2014
618. The Future 7/11/2014
619. The Joys We Miss 7/11/2014
620. Just Like A Man 7/11/2014
621. Until She Died 7/12/2014
622. Ten Fingered Mice 7/12/2014
623. The Common Touch 7/12/2014
624. Little Feet 7/12/2014
625. The Tears Expressive 7/11/2014
626. The Crucible Of Life 7/12/2014
627. Constant Beauty 7/12/2014
628. Departed Friends 7/12/2014
629. A Plea 7/12/2014
630. Since Jessie Died 7/12/2014
631. Manhood's Greeting 7/12/2014
632. Ma And The Auto 7/12/2014
633. Baby's Got A Tooth 7/12/2014
634. Growing Down 7/12/2014
635. Greatness 7/12/2014
636. Failures 7/12/2014
637. The Price Of Joy 7/14/2014
638. When Pa Counts 7/14/2014
639. The Happiest Days 7/14/2014
640. At The Door 7/12/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Wyman Atkinson (6/16/2013 10:12:00 AM)

    I have and have read most of Mr. Guest's poems. I'm certain a lot would consider his work hackneyed and perhaps by to-days standard of poetry, some might agree. Edgar lived in a different time, a more simple, less complex and naive time in history. I read his work, with my head in my mother's era (1911) . Mr. Guest wrote with his heart and his soul and all of it made perfect sense. He was Detroit's poet laureate!

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  • John Burdick (6/10/2012 5:24:00 AM)

    I just love the man but wish I could find more of his biography. I would like to know about his religious beliefs.

  • 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 (:

  • 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)

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

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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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

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