#EnglishWriters #XXCentury
TWO long-haired friends at table… And sipped some old Sauterne, And each one sought throughout the… The other’s tricks to learn. ‘I see some dandruff on your coat,…
If you can smooth his path a bit, Bring laughter to his worried face… Restore today his stock of grit And help him all his troubles chas… If you can speak one word of prais…
I do not quarrel with the gas, Our modern range is fine, The ancient stove was doomed to pa… From Time’s grim firing line, Yet now and then there comes to me
I wonder where’s a better job than… And chocolate drops and sugar buns… And who has every day to face a fi… Than buying frills and furbelows f… Oh, you may brag how much you know…
TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not… Next week, next year, I may not l… This hour I have. It is enough fo… To make by smiles, or mar by being… And so I strive to live this one…
There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn, And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn; Oh, the Lord has set our table
IS IT so sudden? Then did you be… Those evenings I called at your f… And lovingly, longingly gazed in y… That I merely had come for a chat… Did it strike you the times that…
THEY ‘RE coming home Thanksgivi… They ’re coming back once more, And mother’s smiles begin to play The way they did before The youngsters went away. Somehow
Strange thoughts come to the man a… ’Tis then, if ever, he talks with… And views himself as a single clod In the soil of life where the soul… ’Tis then he questions the why and…
When my hair is thin and silvered,… When I’ve many years behind me, a… I shall want to sit, I reckon, so… An’ recall the roads I’ve travele… An’ I hope there’ll be no picture…
It’s funny 'bout a feller’s hat– He can’t remember where it’s at, Or where he took it off, or when, The time he’s wantin’ it again. He knows just where he leaves his…
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…
DOWN the lanes of boyhood, let m… Let me tread the paths of youth th… Let me wander once again where the… Freckled face and tanned of leg, r… Picking checkerberries as I laze…
This I would like to be– braver a… Just a bit wiser because I am old… Just a bit kinder to those I may… Just a bit manlier taking defeat; This for the New Year my wish and…
Little mother, life’s adventure ca… Yet he will return to you on some… Dry your tears and cease to sigh,… Brave and strong he will come back… Little mother, heed them not—they…
