#EnglishWriters
Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,
When Pa came home last night he h… Now Ma,' said he, 'I’ve something… A friend of mine got home today fr… He’s been away a week or two, and… He had a corking string of birds,…
I hold no dream of fortune vast, Nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past That many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise
He was battle-scarred and ugly wit… And we knew that British Tommy ha… So we asked him where he got it an… And he answered, blushing scarlet:… There were medals on his jacket, b…
It’s coming time for planting in t… Where the lad and I made merry as… The sun is getting higher, and the… And I’m hungry for the garden, an… But it’s tramp, tramp, tramp,
When the umpire calls you out, It’s no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about— Play the game! And though his decision may
Not for the sake of the gold, Not for the sake of the fame, Not for the prize would I hold Any ambition or aim: I would be brave and be true
If I knew a better land on this g… Where a man gets bigger money and… If the Briton or the Frenchman ha… I’d pack my goods this minute and… But I notice when an alien wants…
Whose luck is better far than ours… The other fellow’s. Whose road seems always lined with… The other fellow’s. Who is the man who seems to get
Apples on the table an’ the grate-… Oh, I’m sure the whole world hasn… The Mother sittin’ mendin’ little… An’ tellin’ all that’s happened th… Oh, I don’t know how to say it, b…
These are the memories of tomorrow… Smile of friend we meet today, Sympathy to soothe our sorrow, Roses blooming by the way; Little jests to cheer the living,
The roses are bedded for winter, t… The robins and martins have left u… The garden seems solemnly silent,… And I feel like a lonely old fell… All summer I’ve hovered about the…
In some respects the old days were… Before we got to wanting wealth an… Perhaps the world was happier then… But when it’s zero weather I am g… Old-fashioned winters I recall—th…
When a little baby dies And the wee form silent lies, And the little cheeks seem waxen And the little hands are still, Then your soul gives way to treaso…
You ought to be fine for the sake… Who think you are fine. If others have faith in you doubly… To stick to the line. It’s not only on you that dishonor…
