#English #XXCentury
Argue it pro and con as you will, And flout each other with words, But the rose will bloom and the su… Will bring us the song of birds. How was He born who came to earth…
If I could have my wish to-night… It would not be for some delight t… But it would be that I might rise… With eager, happy, boyish eyes, my… Throughout this world there is no…
These are the lessons I would lea… Not how to climb above all men, Not how the greatest sums to earn, Not how to wield a master pen; But I would learn how I can be
MISCHIEVOUS and full of fun, Eyes that sparkle like the sun; Mouth that’s always in a smile, Hands in trouble all the while. Tugging this and tugging that,
“How’s things?” says I, Says he ‘Not bad, They might be worse, But then I ’m glad They ain’t.' That’s all
Lord, let me stand in the thick of… Let me bear what I must without w… Grant me the wisdom to do what is… Though a thousand false beacons ar… Let me be true as the steel of a b…
I wish I was a poet like the men… The poems that we have to learn on… I’d write of things that children… An’ when the kids recited them the… If I’d been born a Whittier, inst…
SAY, young fellow, just a minute, They 're your first long trousers,… And your little gray knee breeches Are forever put away. And your blouses and your stocking…
WHEN we wuz kids together, an’ w… In the lazy days of summer, when o… When a hat warn’t necessary, an’ a… An’ there warn’t a blessed thing t… Then th’ sun meant somethin’ to us…
God of battles, be with us now: Guard our sons from the lead of sh… Watch our sons when the cannons fl… Let them not to a tyrant bow. God of battles, to Thee we pray:
Little women, little men, Childhood never comes again. Live it gaily while you may; Give your baby souls to play; March to sound of stick and pan,
NO MAN really knows enough To be hateful to his brother, None is rich enough to cuff And be cruel to another; None so clever that he can
I don’t know what they’ll put him… his post may be; I cannot guess the task that waits… the sea, But I have known him through the…
IF every day of yours were fine And every sky of yours were blue, You couldn’t know such joy of mine… The joy o’ being friend to you. You’ve brushed away the clouds of…
I do not ask a store of wealth, Nor special gift of power; I hope always for strength and hea… To brave each troubled hour. But life would be distinctly good,
