#English #XXCentury
At The Millennium WHENEVER men and women learn To be themselves from day to day, To spend no more than what they ea… Not caring what their neighbors sa…
There’s the mother at the doorway,… And the little parlor windows with… There are shaggy asters blooming i… And the simplest of the blossoms s… Oh, there isn’t any mansion undern…
If I knew a better country in thi… Where a man’s work hours are short… If the Briton or the Frenchman ha… I’d pack my goods this minute and… But I notice when an alien wants…
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’M allus glad when my Pa gets ba… From the shu-shu cars and the rail… Or a big boat ride, which he often… Oh, I 'm orful glad when he’s bac… Jes’ as soon as he’s kissed my ma…
Some are eager to be famous, some… to be great, Some are toiling to be leaders of… or their state, And in every man’s ambition, if we…
WHY do I grind from morn till ni… And sick or well sit down to write… Why do I line my brow with sweat, An extra buck or two to get? The reason isn’t hard to trace,
One day, in ages dark and dim, A toiler, weary, worn and faint, Who found his task too much for hi… Gave voice unto a sad complaint. And seeking emphasis to give
MAY all your little cares depart By which your heart is troubled; May perfect peace supplant the sma… And all your joys be doubled. May every wish you have come true,
CAESAR did a few things, Horace wrote in style, Good old Plato knew things Very much worth while. Famous Aristotle
Each evening on my lap there climb… A little boy of three, And with his dimpled, chubby fists He pounds me shamefully. He gives my beard a vicious tug,
A year is filled with glad events: The best is Christmas day, But every holiday presents Its special round of play, And looking back on boyhood now
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,…
This much I know: God does not wrong us here, Though oft His judgments seem sev… And reason falters 'neath the blow… Some day we’ll learn ’twas better…
She put her arms about my neck, And whispered low to me: ‘I’m thinking daddy, dear, how nic… And lovely it would be If only every little girl
