#English #XXCentury
It’s good to have the trees again,… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom… It’s good that we can feel again t… For hearts and minds, of sorrow no… The roses haven’t changed a bit, n…
The happiest nights I ever know Are those when I’ve No place to go, And the missus says
Oh, we have friends in England, a… And should we have to travel there… Undaunted we should sail away, and… Because awaiting us would be someb… Full many a journey here we make w…
The little church of Long Ago, wh… With mother in the family pew and… How I would like to see it now th… The straight-backed pews, the pulp… Dressed stiffly. in their Sunday…
Grandmother says when I pass her… ‘Just half of that, please.’ If I serve her the tenderest port… ‘Just half of that, please.’ And be the dessert a rice pudding…
The world is bright and sunny— If you haven’t any money, What’s the difference? Let me ask you anyhow. Let the other fellow hurry,
I’m the bumps and bruises doctor; I’m the expert that they seek When their rough and tumble playin… Leaves a scar on leg or cheek. I’m the rapid, certain curer
I care not who the man may be, Nor how his tasks may fret him, Nor where he fares, nor how his ca… And troubles may beset him, If books have won the love of him,
The good old-fashioned mothers and… With their good old-fashioned lass… Still walk the lanes of loving in… As they used to do back yonder in… They dwell in every city and they…
When e’er I ‘m sad, why then I ’m… To think that I ‘m no sadder; And when I ’m glad, I 'm a happy… To think none could be gladder.
OTHERS may laugh at my feeble e… To capture life’s prizes, and othe… The whole world may loudly declare… Be worthy the gunpowder to blow me… It may be I ‘m punk as a parlor r…
When I’m weary of argument wordy And tired of continuous debate, When the speaker like some hurdy g… Which carries on early and late, Keeps up a monotonous bellow
Under the shade of trees, Flat on my back at ease, Lulled by the hum of bees, There’s where I rest; Breathing the scented air,
Rough is the road I am journeying… Heavy the burden I’m bearing to-d… But I’m humming a song, as I wand… And I smile at the roses that nod… Red roses sweet,
It is better as it is: I have fai… Though the pit I now am in is ver… I can walk to-morrow’s streets and… Unashamed to face their gaze as I… I have lost the hope I had; in th…