#EnglishWriters
Since men with life must purchase… And some must die that more may li… Unto the Great Cashier of strife A fine accounting let me give. Perhaps to-morrow I shall stand
How much grit do you think you’ve… Can you quit a thing that you like… You may talk of pluck; it’s an eas… And where’er you go it is often he… But can you tell to a jot or guess
You may talk of stylish raiment, You may boast your broadcloth fine… And the price you gave in payment May be treble that of mine. But there’s one suit I’d not trad…
PROUD is the state of its millio… And proud is the state of its name… In its borders are masters of brus… And wide as the world is its fame. It stands for the best of the bloo…
I must get out to the woods again,… awing, Away from the haunts of pale-faced… is king; I must get out where the skies are…
The whistle sounds! The game is o… We pay our tribute now with tears Instead of smiling eyes and cheers… Neil Snow has crossed the line on… Life’s scrimmage ends! A manly so…
Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,
The old days, the old days, how of… The days of hope at dewy morn, the… The days when every mead was fair,… And every maiden wore a smile, and… The days when dreams were golden a…
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…
To keep in mind from day to day That I’m a soldier in the fray; That I must serve, from sun to su… As well as he who bears a gun The flag that flies above us all,
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,
If through the years we’re not to… Much finer deeds than we have done… If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead,
You may brag about your breakfast… Your crisp, delightful shavings an… Your toasted flakes of rye and cor… Or rave about a sawdust mash, an e… But none of these appeals to me, t…
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,
Lord let me not in service lag. Let me be worthy of our flag. Let me remember when I’m tired, The sons heroic who have died. In freedom’s name and in my way,