#English #XXCentury
The handy man about the house Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils, Where all the children play; Some new task every day he finds,
A FRIEND has passed Across the bay, So wide and vast, And put away The mortal form
There’s nothing that builds up a t… Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishi… Where a fellow can dream. There’s nothing so good for a man…
To gentle ways I am inclined; I have no wish to kill. To creatures dumb I would be kind… I like them all, but still Right now I think I’d like to be
DOWN the lanes of boyhood, let m… Let me tread the paths of youth th… Let me wander once again where the… Freckled face and tanned of leg, r… Picking checkerberries as I laze…
He came down the stairs on the lau… Where patriots were eating and dri… The tap of his crutch on the marbl… Caught my ear as I sat all alone… I turned—and a soldier my eyes fel…
I LIKE the dream days best of al… The hollyhocks against the wall; The rambler roses blushing red, The blue skies bending overhead, With just enough of summer breeze
Ain’t no use as I can see In sittin’ underneath a tree An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad… An’ that your life is extry sad; Your life ain’t sadder than your n…
Before we take an auto ride Pa sa… Now just remember I don’t need su… If you will just sit still back th… I’ll take you where you want to go… Remember that my hearing’s good an…
When I’m weary of argument wordy And tired of continuous debate, When the speaker like some hurdy g… Which carries on early and late, Keeps up a monotonous bellow
I must be fit for a child to play… Fit for a youngster to walk away w… Fit for his trust and fit to be Ready to take him upon my knee; Whether I win or I lose my fight,
Your dream and my dream is not tha… But that our children after us sha… For all we care about ourselves—a… A place to sleep and clothes to we… We’d tramp the world on sunny days…
Tell me, what is half so sweet As a baby’s tiny feet, Pink and dainty as can be, Like a coral from the sea? Talk of jewels strung in rows,
Jim’s made good in the world out t… No better, of course, than she des… Fred is manager, full-fledged now’… An’ I lose my breath when I think… Clever—the word don’t mean enough…
WHAT of the glories after death, When this frail form gives up its… Why do we strive to understand The Future when the Now’s at hand… What matters it to you and me
