#EnglishWriters
I notice when the news comes in Of one who’s claimed eternal glory… This simple phrase, ‘the next of k… Concludes the soldier’s final stor… This tells the world what voice wi…
If never a sorrow came to us, and never a care we knew; If every hope were realized, and every dream came true; If only joy were found on earth,
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…
The good old-fashioned mothers and… With their good old-fashioned lass… Still walk the lanes of loving in… As they used to do back yonder in… They dwell in every city and they…
The country needs a man like you, It has a task for you to do. It has a job for you to face. Somewhere for you it has a place. Not all the slackers dodge the wor…
Time was I used to worry and I’d… And think with every ache I got t… I’d see disaster comin’ from a doz… An’ prophesy calamity an’ dark and… But I’ve come to this conclusion,…
I never knew, until they went, How much their laughter really mea… I never knew how much the place Depended on each little face; How barren home could be and drear
SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red, And sweet are the blooms of May, And sweet is the fragrance about u… On many a summer day. Oh, the world is full of such swee…
Because I am his father, they Expect me to put grief away; Because I am a man, and rough And sometimes short of speech and… The women folks at home believe
MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, t… Say rather Clemens knows life’s m… Say rather Clemens has been calle… But Twain still lives for all the… Mark Twain is dead! 'T is false,…
There must be great rejoicin’ on t… Shore to-day, An’ the big an’ little angels must… mighty gay: Could we look beyond the curtain n…
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blow… Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
To live as gently as I can; To be, no matter where, a man; To take what comes of good or ill And cling to faith and honor still… To do my best, and let that stand
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…
Isn’t it fine when the day is done… And the petty battles are lost or… When the gold is made and the ink… To quit the struggle and turn asid… To spend an hour with your boy in…