#EnglishWriters
He tried to travel No Man’s Land… He tried to race the road of death… Now he’s asking of his doctor, and… How soon he will be ready for anot… You’d think if you had wakened in…
NO MAN really knows enough To be hateful to his brother, None is rich enough to cuff And be cruel to another; None so clever that he can
I do not say new friends are not c… Or that their smiles ain’t genuine… That when a feller’s heart is crus… And teardrops come a-splashin’ dow… Becoz his grief an’ loneliness are…
If certain folks that I know well Should come to me their woes to te… I’d read the sorrow in their faces And I could analyze their cases. I watch some couples day by day
IT’S one o’ my idees that men ain… They ain’t all built fer ploughin’… An’ they ain’t all made fer battli… There must be some of us on earth… Leastwise it strikes me that way—i…
Lord, we’ve had our little wrangle… There’s many a time, I reckon, th… My tongue’s a trifle hasty an’ my… An’ Mother, let me tell you, has… But I couldn’t live without her,…
He writes to us most every day, an… I can’t describe the joys with whi… He says the military life is not o… He’s only soldiering to-day to giv… But since he’s in the army now and…
Old-fashioned letters! How good t… And nobody writes them now; Never at all comes in the scrawl On the written pages which told us… The news of town and the folks we…
You ought to be fine for the sake… Who think you are fine. If others have faith in you doubly… To stick to the line. It’s not only on you that dishonor…
When he has suffered honest woe, I do not mind the man who grieves, But I hate him who stubs his toe And straightway gets a case of ‘ p…
I reckon when the world we leave And cease to smile and cease to gr… When each of us shall quit the str… And drop the working tools of life… Somewhere, somehow, we’ll come to…
SUNDAY in the country—that’s ho… Drinking in the perfume of the fra… Gazing at the splendors of the mea… Laughing with the babbling brooks… Dancing with the sunbeams and smil…
Glad to be back home again, Where abide the friendly men; Glad to see the same old scenes And the little house that means All the joys the soul has treasure…
He swore that he’d be true to her, If she would only marry him; That as his wife, throughout his l… She’d never know a moment grim. He vowed that he would toil for he…
WHEN the dressmaker comes I am t… For they don’t want me anywhere ha… At seven in the morning they send… With:' Don’t you come back till t… She’ll be here for a week, and we’…