#1918 #EnglishWriters #OverHere
It’s good to have the trees again,… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom… It’s good that we can feel again t… For hearts and minds, of sorrow no… The roses haven’t changed a bit, n…
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…
There may be finer pleasures than… And better ways to spend a day; th… There may be richer fellowship tha… But if there is, I know it not; i… Oh, some may choose to walk with k…
My land is where the kind folks ar… And where the friends are true, Where comrades brave will travel f… Some kindly deed to do. My land is where the smiles are br…
Can’t is the worst word that’s wri… Doing more harm here than slander… On it is many a strong spirit brok… And with it many a good purpose di… It springs from the lips of the th…
‘The worst is yet to come:’ So wail the doubters glum, But here’s the better view; ‘My best I’ve yet to do.’ The worst some always fear;
THE way to make friends is as eas… As breathing the fresh morning air… It isn’t an art to be studied Alone by the men who can spare The time from their every day labo…
The little path that leads to home… That is the road for me, I know no finer path to roam, With finer sights to see. With thoroughfares the world is li…
When there’s good health In the h… And the skies are bright and sunny… For the mother croons her ditties,… Although heavy be his burdens, he… When there’s good health in the ho…
No children in the house to play’… It must be hard to live that way! I wonder what the people do When night comes on and the work i… With no glad little folks to shout…
BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled… Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the… You Pessimist, depart! Now, Gloomy Gus and Doleful Frow… There is no room for you in town,
LAST night we had a hurry call t… Her husband said that Ma and me w… An’ so, though it was after 12, an… We hustled out of bed an’ dressed… An’ Jim—that is her husband—met u…
When God first viewed the rose He… He smiled, and thought it passing… Upon the bloom His hands He laid, And gently blessed each petal ther… He summoned in His artists then
Not for the sake of the gold, Not for the sake of the fame, Not for the prize would I hold Any ambition or aim: I would be brave and be true
I’d rather be a failure than the m… I’d rather seek the mountain-top t… Oh, let me hold some lofty dream a… And though I fail I still shall k… The idlers line the ways of life a…