Jimmy (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
I NEVER knew him, for he never grewUp as so many strong little ones do;Just a year on the earth ...
I NEVER knew him, for he never grewUp as so many strong little ones do;Just a year on the earth ...
Listen to the laughter of the brook that's racin' by! Listen to the chatter of the black-birds on ...
Here we are, Britain! the finest and best of us Taking our coats off and rolling our sleeves, ...
You may brag about your breakfast foods you eat at break of day,Your crisp, delightful shavings and your stack of ...
Whatever the task and whatever the risk, wherever the flag's in air,The funny man with his sunny ways is ...
Because I am his father, theyExpect me to put grief away;Because I am a man, and roughAnd sometimes short of ...
Vacation time! How glad it seemedWhen as a boy I sat and dreamedAbove my school books, of the funThat I ...
EVERY gentle breeze that's blowing is a tempter very knowing, For it penetrates my armor in its weakest, thinnest spot; ...
Drowsy old summer, with nothing to do,I'd like to be drowsin' an' dreamin' with you;I'd like to stretch out in ...
A feller isn't thinkin' mean, Out fishin';His thoughts are mostly good an' clean, Out fishin'.He doesn't knock his ...
When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door,There's nothing else for him to do but ...
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken; Doing more harm here than slander and lies; On it is ...
Seemed like I couldn't stand it any more, The factory whistles blowin' day by day,An' men an' children hurryin' by ...
WHEN we wuz kids together, an' we didn't have a care,In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz ...
GLAD to be back home again,Where abide the friendly men;Glad to see the same old scenesAnd the little house that ...
If I had lived in Franklin's time I'm most afraid that I,Beholding him out in the rain, a kite about ...
Your dream and my dream is not that we shall rest,But that our children after us shall know life at ...
As when a little babe is born the parents cannot guessThe story of the future years, their grief or happiness,So ...
The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me;In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling ...
The old days, the old days, how oft the poets sing,The days of hope at dewy morn, the days of ...
Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day,Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads,the vales where children play,Beside the bench and whirring ...
We're gittin' so we need againTo see the sproutin' seed again.We've been shut up all winter longWithin our narrow rooms;We're ...
The dreams of youth are fairest,The dreams of youth are rarest;The dreams of youth are brighterThan the dreams we'll know ...
You shall have satin and silk to wear, When my ship comes in;And jewels to shine in your raven hair, ...
When an old man gets to thinking of the years he's traveled through,He hears again the laughter of the little ...
Men will grow weary, said the Lord,"Of working for their bed and board.They'll weary of the money chaseAnd want to ...
Fish can be bought in the market place,So it isn't the fish I'm after.I want to get free from the ...
He has heard his country calling, and has fallen into line, And he's doing something bigger than his ...
There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soulLike a day on a stream,Back on the banks of the old fishing ...
IT'S one o' my idees that men ain't all of fightin' stock, They ain't all built fer ploughin' or fer ...
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