#English #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
Men talk too much of gold and fame… And not enough about a name; And yet a good name’s better far Than all earth’s glistening jewels… Who holds his name above all price
Oh, man must dream of gladness whe… And a hint of something better is… And nobody wakes at morning but ho… To have come to a richer pleasure… For man is a dreamer ever. He gli…
WHAT is food for, anyway? Just to keep us through the day Warm and strong and satisfy Hunger, whether bread or pie, Terrapin or chuck steak tough;
The mother on the sidewalk as the… Is the mother of Old Glory that i… Men have fought to keep it splendi… But that flag was born of woman an… ’Tis her sacrifice has made it, an…
They come to my room at the break… With their faces all smiles and th… They come on their tip-toes and si… To the edge of the bed where I’m… And then at a signal, on which the…
I do not quarrel with the gas, Our modern range is fine, The ancient stove was doomed to pa… From Time’s grim firing line, Yet now and then there comes to me
A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his cross… And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor
Are you fond of your wife and your… So is the other fellow. Do you crave pleasures for them to… So does the other fellow. Does your heart rejoice when your…
It’s coming time for planting in t… Where the lad and I made merry as… The sun is getting higher, and the… And I’m hungry for the garden, an… But it’s tramp, tramp, tramp,
IT’S HO for the holly and laught… It 's ho for the mistletoe bough i… Was ever a season so jolly as this… No, this is the jolliest one of th… The season of loving and giving an…
Something to talk about, something… Something to laugh at the whole da… Something to look at with pride an… Something for friends to come in j… Something you can’t sum up all the…
There are a thousand ways to cheat… There are ways uncounted to lose t… And whether you live by the sweat… dressed, You shall stand at last, when your…
I’m sorry for a fellow if he canno… In a grate fire’s friendly flaming… If in quiet contemplation of a che… He sees nothing there recalling al… Then his mind is dead to fancy and…
Is it all in the envelope holding… Is that all you’re working for day… Are you getting no more from your… That little enclosure of paper wil… Is that all you’re after; is that…
I will lend you, for a little time… A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while he lives… And mourn for when he’s dead. It may be six or seven years,
