#EnglishWriters #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
There was weepin’ by the women tha… An’ old William’s throat was chok… An’ he couldn’t hardly answer when… Who it was on that occasion was to… I detest tears at a weddin’, an’…
YOU never hear a woman boast Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o’ a woman has More courage than a man, somehow. Lor’ bless me, when I hear a man
The miser thinks he’s living when… The soldier calls it living when h… The sailor thinks it living to be… And upon this very subject no two… But I hold to the opinion, as I w…
IS IT so sudden? Then did you be… Those evenings I called at your f… And lovingly, longingly gazed in y… That I merely had come for a chat… Did it strike you the times that…
The walls have seemed to say to me Where have the sticky fingers gone That always found their way to me, And left their prints to gaze upon… The halls have worn a gloomy air
OUT at Pelletier’s where the blo… An’ the tony Shetland ponies romp… Where the peacock on the fence rai… An’ the wolf hounds at the moon (i… Where the poultry sort o’ swaggers…
THE way to make friends is as eas… As breathing the fresh morning air… It isn’t an art to be studied Alone by the men who can spare The time from their every day labo…
“I WANT a chance to show what I… He sighed when others seemed to pa… ‘There are great problems I could… Somehow, I never get the chance t… Give me a chance to show what I c…
When the burden grows heavy, and r… When you falter and slip, and it i… And your best doesn’t measure to w… When you know in your heart that y… With the odds all against you, the…
He swore that he’d be true to her, If she would only marry him; That as his wife, throughout his l… She’d never know a moment grim. He vowed that he would toil for he…
When you get to know a fellow, kno… When you’ve come to understand him… When you’ve learned the fight he’s… Then you find that he is different… You find his faults are trivial an…
Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple tree Where all the grass is trampled ou… The swing she loved so used to be. This path is but a path to you,
Here we are, Britain! the finest… Taking our coats off and rolling o… Answering the thoughtless that onc… Each man a soldier for what he bel… Here we are, tight little island,…
When a naughty little fellow stand… And his lips begin to quiver and h… When his big round eyes are fillin… And at last you find him sobbing w… Don’t you get a tender feeling sor…
WISH I was only as bright as my… Wish I could think of the things… His is a wit without any alloy, His are real jokes without venomou… Laugh? When he speaks, from the t…
