#1918 #EnglishWriters #OverHere
A man is at his finest towards the… He is almost what he should be whe… Then he’s thinking more of others… And the laughter of his children i… He is less a selfish creature than…
I mustn’t forget that I’m gettin’… That’s the worst thing ever a man… I must keep in mind without bein’… That old ideas must give away to n… Let me be always upon my guard
MISCHIEVOUS and full of fun, Eyes that sparkle like the sun; Mouth that’s always in a smile, Hands in trouble all the while. Tugging this and tugging that,
I’d like to think when life is don… That I had filled a needed post. That here and there I’d paid my f… With more than idle talk and boast… That I had taken gifts divine.
When the hair about the temples st… the signs of gray, And a fellow realizes that he’s wa… away From the pleasures of his boyhood…
I think my country needs my vote, I know it doesn’t need my throat, My lungs and larynx, too; And so I sit at home at night And teach my children what is righ…
Good books are friendly things to… If you are busy they will wait. They will not call you on the phon… Or wake you if the hour is late. They stand together row by row,
There never comes a lonely day but… Of those who used to walk with us… We seldom miss the earthly great’t… But, as the years go racing by, we… The chair wherein he used to sit r…
So easy to say what another should… So easy to settle his cares, So easy to tell him what roads to… And dispose of the burdens he bear… It is easy to bid him be brave and…
‘There isn’t any business,' wailed… ‘I haven’t made a dollar since the… But I couldn’t help reflecting, a… That the hopeful, cheerful hustler… I’ve been in business places where…
He couldn’t use his driver any bet… Than the chap that he was licking,… I could hit them with a brassie ju… But I piled up several sevens whi… And he trimmed me to a finish, and…
We were settin’ there an’ smokin’… Like licker, votes for wimmin, an’… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske… ‘Changin’ laws an’ legislatures ai… Goin’ to make this world much bett…
IT ‘S human for a woman To enjoy a little cry; Though a man will grin and bear ’e… And pass little troubles by, A woman seeks a pillow
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
WHAT would be the use of singing… If there was no little woman near… What would be the use of righting… If a little woman didn’t cease to… What would be the use of getting r…