#EnglishWriters
The glory of a soldier—and a soldi… Is the way he does his duty withou… His work’s not always pleasant, bu… And he grabs a bit of glory when h… But the lesson that he teaches eve…
We understand a lot of things we n… And it seems that to each other M… I don’t know how to say it, but si… We have learned that to be happy w… You can share your joys and pleasu…
He will not come to him this year… An imitation Santa Claus must ser… Last year he heard the reindeers p… And as he dreamed the kindly saint… But Christmas Eve he will not com…
Way out in the woods there are bro… By the light of a candle, in Gree… And in far away places are thousan… Who several languages speak. I have sat near a stove in a queer…
How much grit do you think you’ve… Can you quit a thing that you like… You may talk of pluck; it’s an eas… And where’er you go it is often he… But can you tell to a jot or guess
UNDER a tree where the breezes b… There is the spot that it’s good t… With the children bronzed by the… Bubbling with laughter and wholeso… And I gather them round—all the h…
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…
It’s tough when you are homesick i… and distant place; It’s anguish when you’re hungry fo… old-familiar face. And yearning for the good folks an…
The house is as it was when she wa… There’s nothing changed at all abo… The books she loved to read are wa… As if to-morrow they would see her… Her room remains the way it used t…
A convalescin’ woman does the stra… An’ it’s wonderful the courage tha… O, it’s never safe to leave her fo… Or you’ll find th’ doctor’s good w… There’s that wife o’ mine, I reck…
There are no gods that bring to yo… The rich rewards that stalwarts cl… The god of fortune is in truth A vision and an empty name. The toiler who through doubt and c…
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…
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
Things mostly happen for the best. However hard it seems to-day, When some fond plan has gone astra… Or what you’ve wished for most is… An’ you sit countin’ up the cost
THEY ‘RE coming home Thanksgivi… They ’re coming back once more, And mother’s smiles begin to play The way they did before The youngsters went away. Somehow