#English #XXCentury
As a golfer I’m not one who cops… I shall always be a member of the… There are times my style is positi… I am awkward in my handling of the… I am not a skillful golfer, nor a…
You can brag about the famous men… You may boast about the great men… Parsons, eloquent and wise; stars… Millionaires and navy admirals, an… Fame and power and wealth and glor…
They put him in jail for the thing… For that was the law they’d made; They turned the key on his youth t… The price of his crime had paid. And the wise judge said as he sent…
Perhaps the victory shall not come… Perhaps I shall not reach the goa… It may be at the last I shall be… And falter as the promised land I… Yet I must try for it and strive…
‘I had a full day in my purse When I arose, and now it’s gone! I wonder if I can rehearse The squandered hours, one by one, And count the minutes as I do
The little path that leads to home… That is the road for me, I know no finer path to roam, With finer sights to see. With thoroughfares the world is li…
Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged… A stone-bruised heel or a swollen… And in sorrowful tones she tells m… She fell and 'hurted herse’f to-da…
SOME day our eyes will brighten,… Some day the sun will shine for yo… Some day grim doubt we’ll banish,… And the rosy, golden future we sha… Some day we’ll know the wherefore…
When the burden grows heavy, and r… When you falter and slip, and it i… And your best doesn’t measure to w… When you know in your heart that y… With the odds all against you, the…
If I knew a better country in thi… Where a man’s work hours are short… If the Briton or the Frenchman ha… I’d pack my goods this minute and… But I notice when an alien wants…
THE dead return. I know they do; The glad smile may have passed fro… The ringing voice that cheered us… In that remembered long ago Be stilled, and yet in sweeter way…
WINDS of the morning, whisper lo… Lingered you in the valley where Sleeps my love of the Long Ago, Under the pale green grasses there… Tell me, winds of the morning, swe…
It ain’ the ringing of the bell which calls me back to skule once… it ain’t that i must lurn to spell that makes my hart so orful soar: it ain’t that fracktions i must lu…
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’…
To-day it’s dirt and dust and stea… To-morrow it will be the same, And through it all the soul must d… And try to play a manly game; Dirt, dust and steam and harsh com…
