#English #XXCentury
You can boast your round of pleasu… Where the orchestra is playing to… And your after-opera dinner you ma… But that can’t compare, I’m certa… When I reach my little dwelling—s…
Who has a troop of romping youth About his parlour floor, Who nightly hears a round of cheer… When he is at the door, Who is attacked on every side
I DO not ask for roses all the ti… For blue skies bending o’er me eve… I do not ask for easy hills to cli… And always for my feet a pleasant… In laughter I would not spend all…
Along the paths o’ glory there are… There are youthful hearts and stur… From the rugged roads o’ duty they… To mingle with their brothers who… And they’re looking back and smili…
Oh, mother, be you brave of heart… your bright eyes shining; Some day the smiles of joy shall s… shall cease repining. Beyond the dim and distant line th…
A man must earn his hour of peace, Must pay for it with hours of stri… Must win by toil the evening’s swe… The rest that may be portioned for… The idler never knows it, never ca…
‘You’re spoiling them!' the mother… When I give way to weepy eyes And let them do the things they wi… Like cleaning up the jelly dish, Or finishing the chocolate cake,
Once there was a boy who never Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad, Never whipped fer bein’ bad, Never scolded by his Ma,
I care not who the man may be, Nor how his tasks may fret him, Nor where he fares, nor how his ca… And troubles may beset him, If books have won the love of him,
‘They tie you down,’ a woman said, Whose cheeks should have been flam… With shame to speak of children so… ‘When babies come you cannot go In search of pleasure with your fr…
He’s doing double duty now; Time’s silver gleams upon his brow… And there are lines upon his face Which only passing years can trace… And yet he’s turned back many a pa…
I must get out to the woods again,… Away from the haunts of pale-faced… I must get out where the skies are… Out where there’s never a task to… I must get out on the trails once…
Taking medicine today isn’t what it used to be. Castor oil is castor oil, but they’ve banished senna tea, And they’ve sugar coated now all the bitter things we took, Mother used to brew...
Heard of Contradictin’ Joe? Most contrary man I know. Always sayin’, 'That’s not so.’ Nothing’s ever said, but he Steps right up to disagree–
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…
