Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

41. The Fishing Outfit 7/12/2014
42. The Summer Children 7/12/2014
43. When Mother Cooked With Wood 7/12/2014
44. Sacrifice 7/12/2014
45. Yesterday 7/12/2014
46. The Little Church 7/12/2014
47. The Little Hurts 7/12/2014
48. The Truth About Envy 7/12/2014
49. The Job 7/12/2014
50. The Lure That Failed 7/12/2014
51. Another Mouth To Feed 7/12/2014
52. At Pelletier's 7/12/2014
53. When Nellie's On The Job 7/12/2014
54. The Home Builders 7/12/2014
55. The Auto 7/12/2014
56. When Mother Sleeps 7/12/2014
57. The Front Seat 7/12/2014
58. The New Days 7/12/2014
59. The Fisherman 7/12/2014
60. The Love Of The Game 7/12/2014
61. The Handy Man 7/12/2014
62. June 7/12/2014
63. Sue's Got A Baby 7/12/2014
64. Real Swimming 7/12/2014
65. The Other Fellow 7/12/2014
66. The Mother Faith 7/12/2014
67. Rebellion 7/12/2014
68. Roses And Sunshine 7/12/2014
69. It's September 7/12/2014
70. Our Duty To Our Flag 7/12/2014
71. A Patriotic Wish 7/12/2014
72. Canning Time 7/12/2014
73. The Boy That Was 7/12/2014
74. Rich 7/12/2014
75. Laddies 7/12/2014
76. The Hunter 7/12/2014
77. Hard Knocks 7/12/2014
78. The Living Beauties 7/12/2014
79. Story Telling 7/12/2014
80. The Man Who Couldn'T Save 7/12/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Jerre Knoblock (6/7/2018 11:49:00 AM)

    I am looking for a poem that my husband says Edgar Guest wrote. One of the verses is Don't do this, Don't do that. Don't Annoy or Tease the Cat.

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  • David Fuller (5/29/2018 10:46:00 PM)

    That's probably because he has been dead for almost 60 years.

  • Cynthia Brown (4/28/2018 3:51:00 PM)

    I am looking for a poem about a newspaper boy that begins: “He went his way and never knew how much his words had thrilled him through; he’d merely stopped upon the street to buy a newsboy’s printed sheet.”

  • John Bennett (4/16/2018 11:45:00 AM)

    As a Rotarian, I had a poem by Edgar Guest about Rotary. I used it in a talk I gave to a Rotary Conference.
    I cannot find the printed copy of it. Would love to have a copy of it.

  • Maria Bell (4/8/2018 11:38:00 PM)

    I wrote the poem Myself in 1983 while at college, How? Please someone explain this to me. Only a few words different instead of wealth I used the word pelf, which means riches.

  • gary@coastalfpg.com (4/5/2018 4:17:00 PM)

    I want to put Eger Guest's Sermons we see in a book I'm writing. I can't find what year it was written. Or where I go for permission.

  • Barbara Covington (3/16/2018 10:58:00 AM)

    I have a poem that I have had for many many years. It has no title but starts with the line Oh Lad of mine, oh lad of mine, be never coldly dumb to me. I can't find it anywhere. It is written in calligraphy and signed Edgar R. Guest. I have had it under glass for 50 years. How can I find out if it an original?

  • Mark Ward Able (3/15/2018 6:37:00 AM)

    Looking for the poem about green keepers. He's on the greens at break of day....

  • Rory Brown (3/8/2018 12:43:00 PM)

    Looking for the poem by Guest called “Advertise me“ read it once

  • Marcia (2/26/2018 5:20:00 PM)

    Sweet sixteen poem, it is an old poem

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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Hard Luck

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,

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