#EnglishWriters #XXCentury
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was… And he whistled ‘Yankee Doodle,’… There was laughter in his make-up,… And he knew the best traditions an… Now there’s not a heart among us b…
GARDENING is hardening In every way you view it; It makes a fellow hustle, And it strengthens every muscle; It knots up many a tendon
When night time comes an’ I can g… Back to the folks who love me so, An’ see 'em smile an’ hear 'em sin… An’ feel their kisses, then, by ji… I vow this world is mighty fine
EVERY gentle breeze that’s blowi… For it penetrates my armor in its… Though I strive each day to shun… For it whispers of enchantments th… Every moment it’s inviting me to g…
‘How much do babies cost?’ said he The other night upon my knee; And then I said: ‘They cost a lot… A lot of watching by a cot, A lot of sleepless hours and care,
Figure it out for yourself, my lad… You’re all that the greatest of me… Two arms, two hands, two legs, two… And a brain to use if you would be… With this equipment we all began,
I’m standing at my lathe all day And this is what I hear it say: ‘The best of you, the best of me Are needed now across the sea. We do not hear the cannon roar,
Out of it all shall come splendor… Out of the madness and out of the… Clearer and finer the world shall… Why then keep sorrow and doubt in… Joy shall be ours when the warfare…
In the corner she’s left the mecha… On the chair is her Teddy Bear fi… The things that I thought she wou… Don’t seem to be quite in her line… There’s the flaxen-haired doll tha…
IF you’ve grumbled through the da… Without driving care away, If in spite of all your grouches Troubles on you have kept piling; If regardless of your kicking
Men talk too much of gold and fame… And not enough about a name; And yet a good name’s better far Than all earth’s glistening jewels… Who holds his name above all price
‘Oh, if only I had known!’ Said the keeper of the inn. ‘But no hint to me was shown, And I didn’t let them in. ‘Yes, a star gleamed overhead,
Up to the ceiling And down to the floor, Hear him now squealing And calling for more. Laughing and shouting,
Father’s in the woodshed, Cleaning forty fish; Mother’s in the kitchen, Washing every dish; Sister’s upstairs making
I may never be a hero, I am past… There are pencil marks of silver… I shall win no service medals, I… I shall never fight a battle highe… But I hope my children’s children…