#English #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
The saddest sort of death to die Would be to quit the game called l… And know, beneath the gentle sky, You’d lived a slacker in the strif… That nothing men on earth would fi…
I reckon when the world we leave And cease to smile and cease to gr… When each of us shall quit the str… And drop the working tools of life… Somewhere, somehow, we’ll come to…
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,
Ain’t it fine when things are goin… Topsy-turvy and askew To discover someone showing Good old-fashioned faith in you? Ain’t it good when life seems drea…
‘TIS friendship’s test to guard… Of him you love from all attack, As you are to his face, the same To be when you’re behind his back. Now good old loyal Jimmy Green,
Lady in the show case carriage, Do not think that I’m a bear; Not for worlds would I disparage One so gracious and so fair; Do not think that I am blind to
There are times a woman’s love Fer a man stands out, I guess, More ‘n usual, like as when Sickness comes or else distress; But I reckon that it shines
There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn, And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn; Oh, the Lord has set our table
The leaves are falling one by one, The Summer days are past and gone… The nights are cool and damp; The little children think it stran… At tea-time, for they note the cha…
The path o’ little children is the… Where green is every valley and ev… Where laughter’s always ringing an… And where the hurts are little hur… The path o’ little children, on th…
Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.
Been down to the art museum an’ lo… The bodies of ancient mummies an’… An’ some of the walls were lovely,… But all had a rail around 'em, an’… Now maybe an art museum needs guar…
Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over sto… That long had heard the pipes o’… And shared the joys that nature ow… I met a fellow fisherman,
One never knows How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees How far a smile of friendship flee… Down, through the years,
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…
