#English #XXCentury
There are noises that freeze up th… There’s the sound of the burglar a… As he’s picking the lock, and the… Of a wind-worried door I thought… But there’s nothing that frightens…
Death crossed his threshold yester… And left the glad voice of his lov… To him the living now will come And cross his threshold in the sel… To clasp his hand and vainly try t…
I’d rather be the willing horse th… Than be the proud and haughty stee… I’d rather haul a merry pack and f… Than never leave the barn to toil… So boast your noble pedigrees
The sumac’s flaming scarlet on the… An’ the pear trees are invitin’ ev… Now the gorgeous tints of autumn a… Till it seems that you can almost… There’s a solemn sort o’ stillness…
June is here, the month of roses,… Weaving garlands for our lassies,… Painting scenes of gorgeous splend… Changing scenes from early morning… June is here, the month of blossom…
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…
The world is needing you and me, In places where we ought to be; Somewhere today it’s needing you To stand for what you know is true… And needing me somewhere today.
The handy man about the house Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils, Where all the children play; Some new task every day he finds,
I ALWAYS think of mother, when The lilac tree’s in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again Upon its sweet perfume. And every opal spire that sways
Here’s our story, page by page, Happy youth and middle-age, Smile and tear-drop, weal and woe Such as all who live must know– Here it is all written down,
You shall have satin and silk to w… When my ship comes in; And jewels to shine in your raven… When my ship comes in. Oh, the path is dreary to-day and…
SO YOU 'RE sobbin’ in the night… An’ your heart is ever callin’ for… An’ you’re lonely, oh, so lonely!… That will start the old light shin… I 'm not goin’ to try to tell you…
OUT of the day you have taken wha… Crown of laurels and wreath of bay… Smiles or frowns? Did you bring a… Shame that stings like an iron hot… Or did you close with a record fai…
Adown the lanes of memory bloom al… And looking back we smile to see l… The little sprigs of mignonette th… The pansy and the violet, too swee… The gentle mother by the door care…
There’s nothing cheers a fellow up… A handclasp and an honest smile th… And when at friendly doors you rin… From all life’s doubts to hear the… see you!’