#EnglishWriters #XXCentury
He shall be great who serves his c… He shall be loved who ever guards… His worth the starry banner long s… Who loves his land too much to sto… Who shares the splendor of these s…
Let philosophers say that it’s all… No matter what happens awry, I defy one to smile who spills pie… Especially loose pumpkin pie.
He was going to be all that a mort… Tomorrow. No one should be kinder or braver… Tomorrow. A friend who was troubled and wear…
‘Wait till your Pa comes home!’ O… What a dreadful threat for a boy t… Yet never a boy of three or four But has heard it a thousand times… ‘Wait till your Pa comes home, my…
Who does his task from day to day And meets whatever comes his way, Believing God has willed it so. Has found real greatness here belo… Who guards his post, no matter whe…
One came to the house with a prett… ‘It’s all for the best,' said he, And I know that he sought my hear… And I know that he grieved with m… But I was too full of my sorrow t…
The skies are blue and the sun is… and the grass is green and soft And the old charm’s back in the ap… and it calls a boy aloft; And the same low voice that the ol…
Jim’s made good in the world out t… No better, of course, than she des… Fred is manager, full-fledged now’… An’ I lose my breath when I think… Clever—the word don’t mean enough…
‘The worst is yet to come:’ So wail the doubters glum, But here’s the better view; ‘My best I’ve yet to do.’ The worst some always fear;
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,…
These are the days when little tho… Must cease men’s minds to occupy; The nation needs men’s larger cree… Big men must answer to her cry; No longer selfish ways we tread,
IF LIFE were rosy and skies wer… And never a cloud appeared, If every heart that you loved prov… And never a friendship seared; If there were no troubles to fret…
I’d like to be a boy again, a care… I’d like to tread the hills and da… I’d like the tattered shirt again,… The ugly, dusty feet again that lo… I’d like to play first base again,…
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…
There’s a lot of joy in the smilin… there’s plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and dances,… when-ever the day’s work’s done; Full many an hour is a shining one…