#EnglishWriters #XXCentury
There’ve been times we’d disagree Somethin’ awful, Ma an’ me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come back no more, An’ go stompin’ down the street
What We Can Be We cannot all be men of fame, We cannot all be men of wealth, We cannot all be known by name, We cannot all have perfect health,
They come to my room at the break… With their faces all smiles and th… They come on their tip-toes and si… To the edge of the bed where I’m… And then at a signal, on which the…
A PAT on the back is a wonderful… It gives a man courage to whistle… When hope is departing, the outloo… A pat on the back then says volume… It whispers: 'Keep at it! You’re…
Some folks I know, when friends d… To visit for awhile and chin, Just lead them round the rooms and… And show them pictures on their wa… And point to rugs and tapestries
THE dead return. I know they do; The glad smile may have passed fro… The ringing voice that cheered us… In that remembered long ago Be stilled, and yet in sweeter way…
THE dream ship is ready, the sea… And the fairy prince waits in comm… There’s a cargo of wonderful dream… For the baby that seeks Slumberla… There are fairies in pink and good…
There are noises that freeze up th… There’s the sound of the burglar a… As he’s picking the lock, and the… Of a wind-worried door I thought… But there’s nothing that frightens…
My land is where the kind folks ar… And where the friends are true, Where comrades brave will travel f… Some kindly deed to do. My land is where the smiles are br…
I wonder if he’ll stop to think, When the long years have traveled… Who heard his plea: ‘I want a dri… Who was the first to hear him cry? I wonder if he will recall
The old days, the old days, how of… The days of hope at dewy morn, the… The days when every mead was fair,… And every maiden wore a smile, and… The days when dreams were golden a…
There ain’t the joy in foreign ski… An’ friendliness o’ foreign folks… An’ far-off landscapes with their… As jes’ that little patch o’ green… It’s good to feel a stranger’s han…
Life is a struggle for peace, A longing for rest, A hope for the battles to cease, A dream for the best; And he is not living who stays
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was… And he whistled ‘Yankee Doodle,’… There was laughter in his make-up,… And he knew the best traditions an… Now there’s not a heart among us b…
This I would claim for my success… Nor the throng’s changing cheers f… Not always ease and fortune’s glad… Though all of these are pleasant j… But I would like to have my story…