#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Oh I am neither rich nor poor, No worker I dispoil; Yet I am glad to be secure From servitude and toil. For with my lifelong savings I
I gave an eye to save from night A babe born blind; And now with eager semi—sight Vast joy I find To think a child can share with me
This is the pay—day up at the mine… There’s money to burn in the stree… With a haggard face and a ribband… And I know at the dawn she’ll com… One for herself, to drown her sham…
When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. Yet though a fanatic I was,
I strolled up old Bonanza, where… A—purpose to revisit the old claim… I kept thinking mighty sadly of th… And the lads who once were with me… Poor boys, they’re down—and—outers…
Because I’ve come to eighty odd, I must prepare to meet you, God. What should I do? I cannot pray, I have no pious words to say; And though the Bible I might read…
It’s cruel cold on the water—front… Only the black tide weltering, onl… And I, alone, like a storm—tossed… Shuffling along in the icy wind, g… They’re playing a tune in McGuffy…
Since four decades you’ve been to… Both Guide and Friend, I fondly hope you’ll always be, Right to the end; And though my rhymes you rarely sc…
tried to wash her garden slacks bu… And so she thought she’d soak 'em… It worked all right. She wrung 'e… With all that bucket load of high… She knew that it was dangerous to…
You talk o’ prayer an’ such — Well, I jest don’t know how; I guess I got as much Religion as a cow. I fight an’ drink an’ swear;
'A ticket for the lottery I’ve purchased every week,' said s… 'For years a score Though desperately poor am I, Oh how I’ve scrimped and scraped…
She said: “I am too old to play With dolls,” and put them all away… Into a box, one rainy day. I think she must have felt some pa… She looked so long into the rain,
An Englishman was Thomas Paine Who bled for liberty; But while his fight was far from v… He died in poverty: Though some are of the sober think…
The daughter of the village Maire Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful; She throws upon me such a spell That though my love I dare not te…
Full fifty merry maids I heard One summer morn a—singing; And each was like a joyous bird With spring—clear not a—ringing. It was an old—time soldier song