#EnglishWriters
‘What is the glory of age?’ I sai… ‘A hoard of gold and a few dear fr… When you’ve reached the day that y… And see the place where your journ… When Time has robbed you of youth…
My books and I are good old pals: My laughing books are gay, Just suited for my merry moods When I am wont to play. Bill Nye comes down to joke with…
Pinker than the roses that enrich… Splashing in the bath tub or just… Nothing in the skies above or eart… As fascinating to me as a baby’s l… Every toe a rosebud, on a chubby,…
This I would like to be– braver a… Just a bit wiser because I am old… Just a bit kinder to those I may… Just a bit manlier taking defeat; This for the New Year my wish and…
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…
You never hear the robins brag abo… Nor do they stop their music gay w… God taught them how to sing an’ wh… To use their talents day by day th… An’ rich or poor an’ sad or gay, t…
A touch of the plain and the prair… A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary, A blend of the old and the new; A bit of the pioneer splendor
We have room for the man with an h… With his heart on fire and his eye… We have room for the man with a pu… Who comes to our shores to start l… But we haven’t an inch of space fo…
A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his cross… And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor
I know that what I did was wrong; I should have sent you far away. You tempted me, and I’m not stron… I tried but couldn’t answer nay. I should have packed you off to be…
You can learn a lot from boys By the way they use their toys; Some are selfish in their care, Never very glad to share Playthings with another boy;
Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple tree Where all the grass is trampled ou… The swing she loved so used to be. This path is but a path to you,
Not for the sake of the gold, Not for the sake of the fame, Not for the prize would I hold Any ambition or aim: I would be brave and be true
It’s mighty hard for Mother’I am… And the tasks of every morning kee… And I’m not forever meeting with… To remind me of our sorrow when I… But with Mother it is different’t…
TWe used to think her frivolous—y… parents are, A little quick to see the faults a… that mar The girl their son is fond of and…