When We’re All Alike (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
I've trudged life's highway up and down; I've watched the lines of men march by;I've seen them in the busy ...
I've trudged life's highway up and down; I've watched the lines of men march by;I've seen them in the busy ...
LITTLE Miss Laugh-a-Lot, Saucy the way you've got, Dancing with glee are the bright eyes of you; Lips like the ...
I would rather be the daddy Of a romping, roguish crew,Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie And a little ...
IT'S HO for the holly and laughter and kisses,It "s ho for the mistletoe bough in the hall!Was ever a ...
When the clock hath ceased to tickSoul-like in the gloomy hall;When the latch no more doth clickTongue-like in the red ...
These are the memories of tomorrow, Smile of friend we meet today, Sympathy to soothe our sorrow, Roses blooming by ...
In spite of war, in spite of death,In spite of all man's sufferings,Something within me laughs and singsAnd I must ...
Who has a troop of romping youth About his parlour floor,Who nightly hears a round of cheers, When he is ...
"IKITTY'S LAUGHTHY laugh's a song an oriole trilled, Romping in glee the sky,- Sunshine in lucent drops distilled, ...
IF the song I have to singIs a dreary, gloomy thing,I would rather silent be;If I cannot sing of cheer,I ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
They are downstairs, away from my office romping and shouting, in the living room I hear their squeals, their play, ...
In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Oh luxury! Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling feet Astride the rock below the dam, In the ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
I look at no one, me; I pass them on the stair; Shadows! I don't see; Shadows! everywhere. Haunting, taunting, ...
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