#EnglishWriters #XXCentury
Bill Jones, who goes to school wi… Is the saddest boy I ever see. He’s just so 'fraid he runs away When all of us fellows want to pla… An’ says he dassent stay about
SOME day our eyes will brighten,… Some day the sun will shine for yo… Some day grim doubt we’ll banish,… And the rosy, golden future we sha… Some day we’ll know the wherefore…
I can pass up the lure of a jewel… With never the trace of a sigh, The things on a shelf that I’d li… I never regret I can’t buy. I can go through the town passing…
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,
HERE’S to the men who laugh In the face of grim despair, Who gather the tares and chaff But sow with a cheerful air. Here’s to the smiling men
Little Master Mischievous, that’s… There’s no better title that descr… Into something all the while where… Prying into matters that are not f… Little Master Mischievous, order’…
I WONDER what the trees will sa… The trees that used to share his p… An’ knew him as the little lad Who used to wander with his dad. They’ve watched him grow from year…
The little kindergarten miss, Source of all my joy and bliss, Every evening in the window Waits and watches just for me; Waits and watches for her daddy,
When he has suffered honest woe, I do not mind the man who grieves, But I hate him who stubs his toe And straightway gets a case of ‘ p…
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…
We’ve got another mouth to feed, From out our little store; To satisfy another’s need Is now my daily chore. A growing family is ours,
‘Do your bit!’ How cheap and trit… Seems that phrase in such a fight! ‘Do your bit!’ That cry recall, Change it now to ‘Do your all!’ Do your all, and then do more;
On every street there’s a certain… Where the children gather to romp… There’s a certain house where they… To play their games and to sing th… And they trample the lawn with the…
PROUD is the state of its millio… And proud is the state of its name… In its borders are masters of brus… And wide as the world is its fame. It stands for the best of the bloo…
Men talk too much of gold and fame… And not enough about a name; And yet a good name’s better far Than all earth’s glistening jewels… Who holds his name above all price