#EnglishWriters #XXCentury
How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;
The Summer girl In peek-a-boos And open hose And narrow shoes, Now trips along
You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy; You may line with the rarest of ma…
‘Dear Father,’ he wrote me from S… Where he’s waiting with Pershing… ‘There’s little the censor permits… Save the fact that I’m here and a… The French people cheered as we m…
Lady in the show case carriage, Do not think that I’m a bear; Not for worlds would I disparage One so gracious and so fair; Do not think that I am blind to
Not somewhere in America, but eve… Where snow-crowned mountains hold… the vales where children play, Beside the bench and whirring lath… lake and stream
She said she was sorry the weather… The night that she asked us to din… And she really appeared inexpressi… Because she had hoped 'twould be f… She was sorry to hear that my wife…
I look into the faces of the peopl… The glad ones and the sad ones, an… And I wonder why the sorrow or th… But the pale and weary faces are t… I saw a face this morning, and tim…
His comrades have enlisted, but hi… His soul is sick with coward shame… His eyes no longer sparkle, and hi… And I think that she has lost him… Oh, I’m sorry for the mother, but…
The father toils at his work all d… And he hums this song as he plods… ‘Heigho! for the mother and babe o… Who watch at the window each night… Their smiles are ever before my ey…
‘Men will grow weary,’ said the L… ‘Of working for their bed and boar… They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard
There’s the mother at the doorway,… And the little parlor windows with… There are shaggy asters blooming i… And the simplest of the blossoms s… Oh, there isn’t any mansion undern…
There’s a heap o’ satisfaction in… An’ I’m always glad I’m livin’ wh… An’ I guess at every meal-time I’… For I like whatever dishes Mother… But there’s just one bit of eatin’…
LAUGHTER and song and mirth, Roses that drip with dew, These are the joys of earth; Sunshine and skies of blue, Children that romp and play,
IF only I were Santa Claus I 'd… To every hovel where there lies a… I’d drive my reindeer over roofs t… I ‘d seek the tenements where slee… Where rags are stuffed in broken p…