#English #XXCentury
I’ve’ felt some little thrills of… Along the pleasant lanes of life t… No great distinction have I claim… Some satisfactions sweet have come… But of the joyous thrills of life…
The little kindergarten miss, Source of all my joy and bliss, Every evening in the window Waits and watches just for me; Waits and watches for her daddy,
Last night I stood in a tawdry pl… And watched the ways of the human… I looked at a party of shrieking g… Piled on a table that whirls and w… And saw them thrown in a tangled h…
Last night he said the dead were d… And scoffed my faith to scorn; I found him at a tulip bed When I passed by at morn. ‘O ho!’ said I, ‘the frost is nea…
An apple tree beside the way, Drinking the sunshine day by day According to the Master’s plan, Had been a faithful friend to man. It had been kind to all who came,
THEY say somewhere in the distan… Is the town of Nothing-to-Do, Where the sun, they say, shines ev… And the skies are always blue; Where no one tries for a silver pr…
IF LIFE were rosy and skies wer… And never a cloud appeared, If every heart that you loved prov… And never a friendship seared; If there were no troubles to fret…
These joys are free to all who liv… The rich and poor, the great and l… The charms which kindness has to g… The smiles which friendship may be… The honor of a well-spent life,
The kids at our house number three… As different as they can be; And if perchance they numbered six Each one would have particular tri… And certain little whims and fads
The little old man with the curve… And the eyes that are dim and the… So slack that it wrinkles and roll… With a thin little voice that goes… Never goes to the store but that r…
I’D LIKE to be a bank clerk, an… I’d like to take and hoard away th… I ‘d like to sit behind a drawer w… I ’d like to read the writing on t… It must be nice to shut up shop at…
It may be I am getting old and li… Upon the days of bygone years, the… But thinking of them now I wish s… A simple old Thanksgiving Day, li… When all the family gathered round…
To us the Flag has little meant. Each glorious stripe of red Was woven there to represent The blood of heroes dead. On some dim, distant battle line
I wish I was a poet like the men… The poems that we have to learn on… I’d write of things that children… An’ when the kids recited them the… If I’d been born a Whittier, inst…
Let the old fire blaze An’ the youngsters shout An’ the dog on the rug Sprawl full length out, An’ Mother an’ I