#English #XXCentury
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,
When all that matters shall be wri… And the long record of our years i… Where sham, like flesh, must peris… When the tomb closes on our fair r… And priest and layman, sage and mo…
Who is it lives to the full every… Gets all the joy and the fun that… Tough as they make 'em, and ready… Fit for a battle and fit for a cha… Heedless of buttons on blouses and…
In some respects the old days were… Before we got to wanting wealth an… Perhaps the world was happier then… But when it’s zero weather I am g… Old-fashioned winters I recall—th…
There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear… There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort,
IT isn’t the blue in the skies, Nor the song of the whispering tre… The light in a fair maiden’s eyes, My joy is far greater than these; You will pardon my arrogance pleas…
When mother sleeps, a slamming doo… Disturbs her not at all; A man might walk across the floor Or wander through the hall A pistol shot outside would not
rose unto the bights of fame And with the great men stood, He heard the people cheer his name And speak of him as good. Success at last he had attained
I SING the family party that onc… The old time family parties we gav… When every near-relation and dista… The married ones with children, A… The grandpas and the grandmas, yes…
JUST at the edge of the night an… Little Miss Six O’clock comes to… A sweet little laugh is her musica… That day time is here and the nigh… And I am so sleepy, and I am so w…
GIVE me a single day, I ask no m… From dawn to dusk, ah, that is tim… To reach the goal that I am striv… There is no need of further puttin… The little deeds of kindness I ma…
There never comes a lonely day but… Of those who used to walk with us… We seldom miss the earthly great’t… But, as the years go racing by, we… The chair wherein he used to sit r…
IT’S one o’ my idees that men ain… They ain’t all built fer ploughin’… An’ they ain’t all made fer battli… There must be some of us on earth… Leastwise it strikes me that way—i…
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…
IT is Slumberland time, and the s… And the sea is now golden and stil… And the big yellow moon has come u… And the Sandman is home from the… The fairy boat waits for my baby t…
