#EnglishWriters #XXCentury
O, SAD and solemn holy day, O, bitterest of bitter hours! Behold He staggers on His way Beneath the cross that saps His p… O, see, they goad Him with their…
He tried to travel No Man’s Land… He tried to race the road of death… Now he’s asking of his doctor, and… How soon he will be ready for anot… You’d think if you had wakened in…
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
They’ve hung their stockings up wi… And I am in my old arm chair, And mother’s busy dragging out The parcels hidden all about. Within a corner, gaunt to see,
We were speakin’ of excitement, an… That sorter dot life’s landscape,… An’ one feller spoke of bein’ in a… An’ another one of skatin’ on some… Then a meek-faced little brother i…
There’s nothing cheers a fellow up… A handclasp and an honest smile th… And when at friendly doors you rin… From all life’s doubts to hear the… see you!’
Though victory’s proof of the skil… Defeat is the proof of your grit; A weakling can smile in his days o… But at trouble’s first sign he wil… So the test of the heart and the t…
I’m the bumps and bruises doctor; I’m the expert that they seek When their rough and tumble playin… Leaves a scar on leg or cheek. I’m the rapid, certain curer
AFTER all is said and done, After all the work and fun, After all the sighing’s over And the laughter fades away, Then the cares that now beset us
Little mother, life’s adventure ca… Yet he will return to you on some… Dry your tears and cease to sigh,… Brave and strong he will come back… Little mother, heed them not—they…
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 boy and his dad on a fishing tri… There is a glorious fellowship! Father and son and the open sky, And the white clouds lazily drifti… And the laughing stream as it runs…
When I was but a little lad I alw… No matter what the rig we had, rig… The front seat was the honor place… And I manoeuvred to avoid the cus… We children used to scramble then…
Last year he wanted building block… And picture books and toys, A saddle horse that gayly rocks, And games for little boys. But now he’s big and all that stuf…
I REMEMBER the first tiny cry… And my heart felt a thrill that it… And my face which a moment before… With the sunlight of love and of h… And yet I am sure that I loved he…
