#English #XXCentury
It’s guessing time at our house; e… We start guessing what old Santa’… Everyone of us holds secrets that… And that eyes and lips are plainly… And a little lip that quivered jus…
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…
You’re just a little fellow with a… Just three-foot-six of mischief se… You’re always up to something with… And you leave a trail o’ ruin on t… An’ I wonder, as I watch you, an’…
You can rig up a house with all ma… The prayer rugs of sultans and pri… You can hang on its wall the old t… Which some dead Egyptian once tre… But though costly and gorgeous its…
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,
Pinker than the roses that enrich… Splashing in the bath tub or just… Nothing in the skies above or eart… As fascinating to me as a baby’s l… Every toe a rosebud, on a chubby,…
The moon swings low in the sky abo… And the twinkling stars shine brig… And a mother sings to her baby lov… Those wonderful songs of night; Those wonderful songs of sugar plu…
The boys upon the honor roll, God… God watch them when they sleep at… We’ve stamped their names upon our… Our brave boys and our splendid bo… Oh, here are sons of mothers fair…
THE way to make friends is as eas… As breathing the fresh morning air… It isn’t an art to be studied Alone by the men who can spare The time from their every day labo…
Send her a valentine to say You love her in the same old way. Just drop the long familiar ways And live again the old-time days When love was new and youth was br…
The world is full of gladness, There are joys of many kinds, There’s a cure for every sadness, That each troubled mortal finds. And my little cares grow lighter
To do your little bit of toil, To play life’s game with head erec… To stoop to nothing that would soi… Your honor or your self-respect; To win what gold and fame you can,
YOU never hear a woman boast Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o’ a woman has More courage than a man, somehow. Lor’ bless me, when I hear a man
A SCRAMBLE for gold, And a scurry for place, A brief pause for loving, A kiss, an embrace, A ring; then the altar,
I’ve tried the high-toned speciali… I’ve heard the throat man whisper… I’ve sat in fancy offices and wait… And paid for fifteen minutes what… But while these scientific men are…
