#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
To live as gently as I can; To be, no matter where, a man; To take what comes of good or ill And cling to faith and honor still; To do my best, and let that stand
#1916 #AHeapO'Livin'
IF you like a brother here, Tell him so; If you hold his friendship dear, Let him know; All the roses that you spread
A warm house and a ruddy fire, To what more can man aspire? Eyes that shine with love aglow, Is there more for man to know? Whether home be rich or poor,
#1922 #AllThatMatters
It’s ‘be a good boy, Willie,’ And it’s ‘run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh.’ It’s 'mind what mother tells you,
#1917 #JustFolks
Jim’s made good in the world out there,… No better, of course, than she deserves;… Fred is manager, full-fledged now’—he’s… An’ I lose my breath when I think somet… Clever—the word don’t mean enough to tel…
It is faith that bridges the land of bre… To the realms of the souls departed, That comforts the living in days of deat… And strengthens the heavy-hearted. It is faith in his dreams that keeps a m…
#1919 #ThePathToHome
One day the doctor came because my throa… And when he looked inside to see he said… It’s tonserlitis, sure enough. You’d be… To make his mind up now to have that lit… I’d heard him talk that way before when…
When father couldn’t wear them mother cu… She took the slack in fore and aft, and… They fitted rather loosely, but the thin… Were the horizontal pockets that those g… They shone like patent leather just wher…
I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ over my… Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk is so… Is my Pa. I’ve not been here long—my days are but…
When all that matters shall be written d… And the long record of our years is told… Where sham, like flesh, must perish and… When the tomb closes on our fair renown And priest and layman, sage and motleyed…
‘Some day,’ says Ma, 'I’m goin’ to get A party dress all trimmed with jet, An’ hire a seamstress in, an’ she Is goin’ to fit it right on me; An’ then, when I’m invited out
Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple tree Where all the grass is trampled out The swing she loved so used to be. This path is but a path to you,
When Pa comes home, I’m at the door, An’ then he grabs me off the floor An’ throws me up an’ catches me When I come down, an’ then, says he: ‘Well, how’d you get along to-day?
We have room for the man with an honest… With his heart on fire and his eyes agle… We have room for the man with a purpose… Who comes to our shores to start life an… But we haven’t an inch of space for him
Trouble is an exerciser Sent us by a Wisdom wiser Than the mind of man possesses. Doubts and dangers and distresses Come not purposely to best us,