#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
If he is honest, kindly, true, And glad to work from day to day; If when his bit of toil is through With children he will stoop to play; If he does always what he can
#1917 #JustFolks
Why not think a decent thought, Now and then? Why not ponder, as you ought, Now and then? Get your mind out of the mire,
She is fair to see and sweet, Dainty from her head to feet, Modest, as her blushing shows, Happy, as her smiles disclose, And the young man at her side
#1916 #AHeapO'Livin'
Home was never home before, Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore, Till the baby came. There was joy, but now it seems
You ought to be fine for the sake of the… Who think you are fine. If others have faith in you doubly you’r… To stick to the line. It’s not only on you that dishonor desce…
We never knew how much the Flag Could mean, until he went away, We used to boast of it and brag, As something of a by-gone day; But now the Flag can start our tears
#1918 #OverHere
Green apple time! an’, Oh, the joy Once more to be a healthy boy, Casting a longin’ greedy eye At every tree he passes by! Riskin’ the direst consequence
He is marching dusty highways and he’s r… His eyes are clear and shining and his m… He is wearing Yankee khaki and a health… And the chap that we are backing is the… He’s no parlour dude, a-prancing, he’s n…
Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all: The morning-glories on the wall, The pansies in their patch of shade, The violets, stolen from a glade, The bleeding hearts and columbine,
Ma has a dandy little book that’s full o… slips, An’ when she wants to pay a bill a page… it she rips; She just writes in the dollars and the c…
A FRIEND of mine said yesterday: 'Th… Who paid ten thousand dollars for a home… He owns an automobile now, a saddle hors… And smokes cigars at fifty cents a throw… He is a lucky chap, indeed! He got up s…
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,
‘They say my boy is bad,’ she said to me… A tired old woman, thin and very frail. ‘They caught him robbing railroad cars,… Must spend from five to seven years in j… His Pa an’ I had hoped so much for him.
If this were all of life we’ll know, If this brief space of breath Were all there is to human toil, If death were really death, And never should the soul arise
’Tis better to have tried in vain, Sincerely striving for a goal, Than to have lived upon the plain An idle and a timid soul. ’Tis better to have fought and spent
