We Need A Few More Optimists (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
We need a few more optimists,The kind that double up their fistsAnd set their jaws, determined-like,A blow at infamy to ...
We need a few more optimists,The kind that double up their fistsAnd set their jaws, determined-like,A blow at infamy to ...
being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeleswas difficult.there was much anti-German feeling then,a carry-over from World War ...
Air — "Airchie M'Vie."Archie's an archer, and a gude shot is he,But tho' he's hit mony, he never hit me;How ...
I was the millinerTalked about, lied about,Mother of Dora,Whose strange disappearanceWas charged to her rearing.My eye quick to beautySaw much ...
704No matter-now-Sweet-But when I'm Earl-Won't you wish you'd spokenTo that dull Girl?Trivial a Word-just-Trivial-a Smile-But won't you wish you'd spared ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
Potiphar Gubbins, C.E. Stands at the top of the tree; And I muse in my bed on the reasons that ...
Black, black buckles like grates on the front of a pot-bellied stove Clumpy black buckle boots worn over shoes by ...
No matter -- now -- Sweet -- But when I'm Earl -- Won't you wish you'd spoken To that dull ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For ...
They sit in a row outside the kindergarten, black, red, brown, all with those brass buckles. Remember when you couldn't ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
THE PAWN-SHOP man knows hunger, And how far hunger has eaten the heart Of one who comes with an old ...
Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary GOOD-BY now to the streets and the clash of wheels and locking hubs, The ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales ...
I was the milliner Talked about, lied about, Mother of Dora, Whose strange disappearance Was charged to her rearing. My ...
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