The Lay For The Troubled Golfer (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage, ...
His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage, ...
_The proof of a man is the danger test_, _That shows him up at his worst or best_. ...
Aye, we will follow the Flag Wherever she goes, Into the tropic sun, Into the ...
We've raised a flagpole on the farm And flung Old Glory to the sky,And it's another touch of charm ...
Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander ...
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, ...
Some folks there be who seem to need excitement fast and furious,An' reckon all the joys that have no thrill ...
When you were just our little boy, on many a night we crept Unto your cot and watched o'er ...
His comrades have enlisted, but his mother bids him stay, His soul is sick with coward shame, his head ...
There is too much of sighing, and weaving Of pitiful tales of despair.There is too much of wailing and ...
The little woman, to her I bow And doff my hat as I pass her by;I reverence the furrows that ...
GARDENING is hardeningIn every way you view it;It makes a fellow hustle,And it strengthens every muscle;It knots up many a ...
YOU never hear a woman boastOf her endurance, yet I vowThe tiniest mite o' a woman hasMore courage than a ...
I look into the faces of the people passing by, The glad ones and the sad ones, and the lined ...
I don't know what they'll put him at, or what his post may be; I cannot ...
I work for someone else, he said;"I have no chance to get ahead.At night I leave the job behind;At morn ...
It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold, And the nights with dew are heavy, and the ...
The handy man about the houseIs old and bent and gray;Each morning in the yard he toils,Where all the children ...
Forgotten petty difference now, The larger purpose glows, The storm is here, a common fear ...
When mother baked an angel cake we kids would gather roundAn' watch her gentle hands at work, an' never make ...
The doctor leads a busy life, he wages war with death;Long hours he spends to help the one who's fighting ...
The bright spots in my life are when the servant quits the place,Although that grim disturbance brings a frown to ...
He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,But he didn't seem to hear us, so ...
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken; Doing more harm here than slander and lies; On it is ...
WHEN we wuz kids together, an' we didn't have a care,In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz ...
The glory of a soldier-and a soldier's not a saint-Is the way he does his duty without grumbling or complaint;His ...
I may never be a hero, I am past the limit now,There are pencil marks of silver Time has left ...
Bit of a priest and a bit of sailor,Bit of a doctor and bit of a tailor,Bit of a lawyer, ...
JIM had a quaint philosophy,"It ain't fer you, it's jes' fer me,"He used to say. "I don't p'tendT' force it ...
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