#EnglishWriters
If I had youth I’d bid the world… I’d answer every challenge to my w… And though the silent mountains sh… I’d try to make them subject to my… I’d keep my dreams and follow wher…
The sumac’s flaming scarlet on the… An’ the pear trees are invitin’ ev… Now the gorgeous tints of autumn a… Till it seems that you can almost… There’s a solemn sort o’ stillness…
Here we are, Britain! the finest… Taking our coats off and rolling o… Answering the thoughtless that onc… Each man a soldier for what he bel… Here we are, tight little island,…
‘I had a full day in my purse When I arose, and now it’s gone! I wonder if I can rehearse The squandered hours, one by one, And count the minutes as I do
Last night I stood in a tawdry pl… And watched the ways of the human… I looked at a party of shrieking g… Piled on a table that whirls and w… And saw them thrown in a tangled h…
The leaves are falling one by one, The Summer days are past and gone… The nights are cool and damp; The little children think it stran… At tea-time, for they note the cha…
They come to my room at the break… With their faces all smiles and th… They come on their tip-toes and si… To the edge of the bed where I’m… And then at a signal, on which the…
Looks as though a cyclone hit him’ Can’t buy clothes that seem to fit… An’ his cheeks are rough like leat… Made for standin’ any weather. Outwards he was fashioned plainly,
There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear… There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort,
My big brother will git you fer th… He’ll shine up your eye and he’ll… You’d better watch out in the morn… Will be lookin’ fer you, jes’ for… You can slap me an’ cuff me
Somebody said that it couldn’t be… But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he w… Who wouldn’t say so till he’d trie… So he buckled right in with the tr…
His mother’s eyes are saddened, an… are stained with tears, And I’m facing now the struggle t… dreaded through the years; For the boy that was our baby has…
Along the paths o’ glory there are… There are youthful hearts and stur… From the rugged roads o’ duty they… To mingle with their brothers who… And they’re looking back and smili…
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…
There’s a twinkle in her eye, O, so merry! O, so sly! That you never see the wrinkles in… She’s so full of fun and play That you never see the gray