#English #XXCentury
MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, t… Say rather Clemens knows life’s m… Say rather Clemens has been calle… But Twain still lives for all the… Mark Twain is dead! 'T is false,…
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
IF I had wealth and I had health… And I 'd a roof above me, If I’d a wife to cheer my life, But not one child to love me, No rosy-lipped young laughing miss…
“BUSINESS is business,' he sai… As he gave me short weight in my p… ‘In business there isn’t much sent… Said he, as he charged me the extr… ‘Once I trusted a friend and he d…
‘They say my boy is bad,’ she said… A tired old woman, thin and very f… ‘They caught him robbing railroad… Must spend from five to seven year… His Pa an’ I had hoped so much fo…
Who has a troop of romping youth About his parlour floor, Who nightly hears a round of cheer… When he is at the door, Who is attacked on every side
I WAS somewhere off in Europe sp… Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan’… I was entertaining princes, dukes… ’It’s the telephone that’s ringing… And I wandered down the stairway,…
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three, And back to me came straying The years that used to be; In him the boy was Maying
When I was but a little lad, my o… That none should wind the clock bu… He’d fumble for the curious key ke… And set aside that little task ent… In time Grandfather passed away,…
There’s nothing that builds up a t… Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishi… Where a fellow can dream. There’s nothing so good for a man…
The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and re… In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,
Drowsy old summer, with nothing to… I’d like to be drowsin’ an’ dreami… I’d like to stretch out in the sha… An’ fancy the white clouds were sh… Or castles with turrets and treasu…
This I think as I go my way: What can matter the words I say, And what can matter the false or t… Of any deed I am moved to do? This I think as I go along:
I believe in the world and its big… That most of the hearts beating ro… That days are but footsteps and ye… That lead us to beauty and singing… That roses that blossom and toiler…
I must get out to the woods again,… Away from the haunts of pale-faced… I must get out where the skies are… Out where there’s never a task to… I must get out on the trails once…
