Edgar Guest
Edgar Guest
Edgar Albert Guestwas a prolific English-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People's Poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth20 August 1881
CountryUnited States of America
bit doubting lift tackled
With a lift of his chin, and a bit of a grin/ Without any doubting or "quit it,"/ He started to sing, as he tackled the thing/ That couldn't be done, and he did it.
although bear beautiful belief bitter cannot cease dead death divinely fearful gained god good grief heaven joys leave loved meant morning none religion seek seem seemed soon swept trust wicked wise wonder
Often we wonder in our grief what is gained by our belief? Although night, and morning we pray, still our joys are swept away. And loved ones we would keep, with the dead are called to sleep. None is wise enough to say why the wicked seem to stay, and the beautiful and good leave before we think they should. But if death seemed always just, soon in God wed cease to trust. If for evil, death were meant as a bitter punishment; should the wicked only die, then heaven we seek on high. Having none we long to see would a fearful religion be. It is only by belief we are comforted in grief; it is only by our trust that the God we love is just. That we bear divinely planned. Griefs we cannot understand.
action best everybody good men preachers
The best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,/ For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.
joy sorrow despair
Tomorrow--there's no day so fair, It knows no sorrow; A day that banishes despair, Joy rules tomorrow.
feet trying may
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!
lying dust matter
No one is beat till he quits, no one is through till he stops. No matter how hard failure hits, no matter how often he drops, a fellow's not down till he lies in the dust and refuses to rise.
education heart giving
There is an education of the mind Which all require and parents only start. But there is training of a nobler kind And that's the education of the heart. Lessons that are most difficult to give Are Faith and Courage and the way to live.
believe thinking fishing
Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over stones, That long had heard the pipes o' Pan And shared the joys that nature owns, I met a fellow fisherman, Who greeted me in cheerful tones. . . . . Foes think the bad in him they've guessed And prate about the wrong they scan; Friends that have seen him at his best Believe they know his every plan; I know him better than the rest, I know him as a fisherman.
dream lying men
There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soul Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishing hole Where a fellow can dream. There's nothing so good for a man as to flee From the city and lie Full length in the shade of a whispering tree And gaze at the sky. . . . . It is good for the world that men hunger to go To the banks of a stream, And weary of sham and of pomp and of show They have somewhere to dream. For this life would be dreary and sordid and base Did they not now and then Seek refreshment and calm in God's wide, open space And come back to be men.
dream real men
A feller's glad to be a friend, Out fishin'. A helpin' hand he'll always lend, Out fishin' The brotherhood of rod and line An' sky an' stream is always fine; Men come real close to God's design, Out fishin'. A feller isn't plotting schemes, Out fishin'. He's only busy with his dreams, Out fishin' His livery is a coat of tan; His creed, to do the best he can; A feller's always mostly man Out fishin'.
eye able looks
I want to be able, as days go by, always to look myself straight in the eye.
home house
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home
nature bird care
Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.
kindness deeds forty
One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.