#English #XXCentury
There was weepin’ by the women tha… An’ old William’s throat was chok… An’ he couldn’t hardly answer when… Who it was on that occasion was to… I detest tears at a weddin’, an’…
When a little baby dies And the wee form silent lies, And the little cheeks seem waxen And the little hands are still, Then your soul gives way to treaso…
“GIVE me the prettiest valentine You’ve got in the shop,' said he, ‘One with the tenderest sort o’ li… In type that her eyes can see. One that she won’t need her specs…
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…
We all are warriors with sin. Cru… we come to earth With spotless plumes and shining s… with foes and prove our worth. The world is but a battlefield whe…
THEY ‘RE coming home Thanksgivi… They ’re coming back once more, And mother’s smiles begin to play The way they did before The youngsters went away. Somehow
We’re hiking along at a two-forty… We ‘re making life seem like a man… With our nerves all on edge and ou… We go rushing along; with our brow… And our cheeks pale and drawn ever…
NO MAN really knows enough To be hateful to his brother, None is rich enough to cuff And be cruel to another; None so clever that he can
WHEN the dressmaker comes I am t… For they don’t want me anywhere ha… At seven in the morning they send… With:' Don’t you come back till t… She’ll be here for a week, and we’…
Be grateful for the kindly friends… Be grateful for the skies of blue… Be grateful for the health you own… For round about you there are men… Be grateful for the growing trees,…
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…
My grandpa is the finest man Excep’ my pa. My grandpa can Make kites an’ carts an’ lots of t… You pull along the ground with str… And he knows all the names of bird…
To happiness I raise my glass, The goal of every human, The hope of every clan and class And every man and woman. The daydreams of the urchin there,
Under the toiler’s grimy shirt, Under the sweat and the grease and… Under the rough outside you view, Is a man who thinks and feels as y… Go talk with him,
Because it rains when we wish it w… Because men do what they often sho… Because crops fail, and plans go w… Some of us grumble all day long. But somehow, in spite of the care…