#English #XXCentury
When we’ve honored the heroes retu… When we’ve mourned for the heroes… When we’ve done all we can for the… Who stood to the shot and the shel… Let us all keep in mind those who…
There are many to cheer when the b… There are many to shout for the ri… There are many to rail at the worl… But few have the grit for the figh… There are thousands to start with…
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
I’D LIKE to be a bank clerk, an… I’d like to take and hoard away th… I ‘d like to sit behind a drawer w… I ’d like to read the writing on t… It must be nice to shut up shop at…
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…
When a naughty little fellow stand… And his lips begin to quiver and h… When his big round eyes are fillin… And at last you find him sobbing w… Don’t you get a tender feeling sor…
A LITTLE more of loving, a litt… A little more of sunshine, a littl… A little more of friendship, a lit… These are what we 're wanting to m… A little more of laughter and fewe…
Nobody hates me more than I; No enemy have I to-day That I so bravely must defy; There are no foes along my way, However bitter they may be,
I’ve trudged life’s highway up and… I’ve watched the lines of men marc… I’ve seen them in the busy town, And seen them under country sky; I’ve talked with toilers in the ra…
He tried to travel No Man’s Land… He tried to race the road of death… Now he’s asking of his doctor, and… How soon he will be ready for anot… You’d think if you had wakened in…
Sure, they get stubborn at times;… fret us a lot, But I’d rather be crossed by a gl… and frequently worried than not. There are hours when they get on m…
The crowded street his playground… A puddle in a vacant lot his sea w… Poor little orphan boy of five, th… Taint every cooling breeze he gets… And he is just as your boy is, a c…
THE way to make friends is as eas… As breathing the fresh morning air… It isn’t an art to be studied Alone by the men who can spare The time from their every day labo…
Mothers dream such splendid dreams… Dreams of wondrous deeds they’ll d… Every mother of a boy knows that i… One who some day will arise splend… Mothers sing their babes to sleep,…
Last night I caught him on his kn… And oh, the guilty look he wore, a… When I, pretending to be cross, s… game?’ As if, back in the long ago, I ha…
