Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

241. True 8/20/2014
242. Lullaby 8/20/2014
243. The Cut-Down Trousers 8/20/2014
244. Golf Luck 8/20/2014
245. The Path O' Little Children 8/20/2014
246. General Pershing 8/20/2014
247. As It Looks To The Boy 8/20/2014
248. Answering Age 8/20/2014
249. Old-Fashioned Folks 8/20/2014
250. A Friend's Greeting 8/20/2014
251. The Women Of The Sailors 8/20/2014
252. The Naughty Little Fellow 8/25/2014
253. The Sensible Romance Of Mildred 8/25/2014
254. Worth While 8/25/2014
255. A New Year's Song 8/25/2014
256. A Preference 8/25/2014
257. Temptation 8/25/2014
258. The Right To Joy 8/25/2014
259. Human Failings 8/25/2014
260. The Notion Of Rastus 8/25/2014
261. Charms 8/25/2014
262. The Joys Of Earth 8/25/2014
263. True Philosophy 8/25/2014
264. The Fight With Self 8/25/2014
265. Mary 8/25/2014
266. Magazine Girl 8/25/2014
267. Buckle In 8/25/2014
268. The Limitations Of Greatness 8/25/2014
269. Reunited 8/25/2014
270. The Glories Of The Present 8/25/2014
271. The Spendthrift 8/25/2014
272. The Doubtful To-Morrow 8/25/2014
273. A Vanished Joy 8/25/2014
274. The Gold Givers 8/25/2014
275. Play The Man 8/25/2014
276. Wisdom's Haunts 8/25/2014
277. A Good World 8/25/2014
278. The Thumbed Collar 8/25/2014
279. Christmas Greeting 8/25/2014
280. Slumberland Time 8/25/2014

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)

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    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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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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