#EnglishWriters
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…
The green is in the meadow and the… And all of Nature’s artists have… With a few days bright with sunshi… They will start to splash their co… There’s an artist waiting ready at…
Things mostly happen for the best. However hard it seems to-day, When some fond plan has gone astra… Or what you’ve wished for most is… An’ you sit countin’ up the cost
“How’s things?” says I, Says he ‘Not bad, They might be worse, But then I ’m glad They ain’t.' That’s all
YOU can’t pay back in dollars wha… You can’t repay in kindness all th… You little know the perils he has… And the wealth of Rockefeller thi… Just remember, as you travel, now…
A LITTLE the best of it, Allus he prayed for, All th’ time lookin’ Per more than he paid for, Had an idee, that’s
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should now be done. He knows the way to fix the trusts…
There never was a family without i… With legs a little longer than the… An’ a shock of hair that brush an’… An’ hands that somehow never seem… The one with freckled features and…
SEPTEMBER with her brushes dip… Now comes to paint the valleys and… And we forget completely that the… As we gaze upon the color that she… For all that we remember
If I had hatred in my heart towar… If I were pressed to do him ill,… To wound him sorely and to rob his… I’d wish his wife would go away an… I’d waste no time on curses vague,…
A boy and his dog make a glorious… No better friendship is found anyw… For they talk and they walk and th… And they have their deep secrets f… And that boy has a comrade who thi…
There are different kinds of heroe… They get their pictures printed, a… There are heroes known to glory th… In the service of their country an… There are brave men in the trenche…
He little knew the sorrow that was… He never guessed they’d miss him,… He couldn’t see his mother or the… Or the tears that started falling… And he couldn’t see his father, si…
There’s a wondrous smell of spices In the kitchen, Most bewitchin’; There are fruits cut into slices That just set the palate itchin’;
BEFORE you came, my little lad, I used to think that I was good, Some vicious habits, too, I had, But wouldn’t change them if I cou… I held my head up high and said: