#1918 #EnglishWriters #OverHere
Dead they left Him in the tomb And the impenetrable gloom, Rolled the great stone to the door… Dead, they thought, forevermore. Then came Mary Magdalene
There’s a twinkle in her eye, O, so merry! O, so sly! That you never see the wrinkles in… She’s so full of fun and play That you never see the gray
DO you know why men dig ditches And why others till the soil? Do you know why men seek riches, And each morn go out to toil? It’s because at home there’s waiti…
With a twinkle in his eye He’d come gayly walkin’ by An’ he’d whistle to the children An’ he’d beckon 'em to come, Then he’d chuckle low an’ say,
It may be I am getting old and li… Upon the days of bygone years, the… But thinking of them now I wish s… A simple old Thanksgiving Day, li… When all the family gathered round…
YOURS is the loser’s part to pla… For you the goal is far away And never to be gained. It is your lot to stand and see The golden apples on life’s tree
The strangest man I ever knew Is Ebenezer Pettigrew; Dropped in on him last night t’ ch… Of politics an’ this an’ that, An’ when he’d showed me to a seat
The Summer girl In peek-a-boos And open hose And narrow shoes, Now trips along
The biggest moment in our lives wa… From that day unto this, for him,… We can recount his daily deeds, an… And proudly live again the time wh… I see him trudging off to school,…
Troubles? Sure I’ve lots of them, Got ‘em heaped up by the score, Got ’em baled and bundled up, Got ‘em hid behind the door. Got ’em young and got ‘em old,
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…
We understand a lot of things we n… And it seems that to each other M… I don’t know how to say it, but si… We have learned that to be happy w… You can share your joys and pleasu…
JUST at the edge of the night an… Little Miss Six O’clock comes to… A sweet little laugh is her musica… That day time is here and the nigh… And I am so sleepy, and I am so w…
FAME is a fickle jade at best, And he who seeks to win her smile Must trudge, disdaining play or re… O’er many a long and weary mile. Nor must he work alone for her,
H’it’s h’easy to be 'appy, Don’t you know; There’s no sense in being snappy, Don’t you know; Wot’s the use h’of being grumpy,
