#English #XXCentury
When a naughty little fellow stand… And his lips begin to quiver and h… When his big round eyes are fillin… And at last you find him sobbing w… Don’t you get a tender feeling sor…
I sometimes wonder when I read th… If I shall wear that look of care… My little boy is five years old an… My little boy is home with me; his… And I can laugh and dance with li…
It’s bedtime, and we lock the door… Put out the lights– the day is o’e… All that can come of good or ill, The record of this day to fill, Is written down; the worries cease…
IF you’ve grumbled through the da… Without driving care away, If in spite of all your grouches Troubles on you have kept piling; If regardless of your kicking
I NEVER pondered much on war, Except to think it was inspiring To have a cause to battle for, To hear the guns and cannons firin… To see brave men rush up to death
I like to get to thinking of the o… When there were joys that never mo… The days before inventors smoothed… And made, what seemed but luxuries… When bathrooms were exceptions, an…
WHAT would be the use of singing… If there was no little woman near… What would be the use of righting… If a little woman didn’t cease to… What would be the use of getting r…
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…
Here’s to you, little mother, With your boy so far away; May the joy of service smother All your grief this Christmas day… May the magic of his splendor
Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat; Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat. Who never ran away from school,
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
THEY ‘RE coming home Thanksgivi… They ’re coming back once more, And mother’s smiles begin to play The way they did before The youngsters went away. Somehow
Listen to the laughter of the broo… Listen to the chatter of the black… Stand an’ see the beauties of the… Then ask of God why mortals haven… Than to quarrel an’ to battle
I follow a famous father, His honor is mine to wear; He gave me a name that was free fr… A name he was proud to bear. He lived in the morning sunlight,
CAN you go to another who wins in… And give him a hand-shake that 's… Do you find yourself feeling a sen… In the good work another may do? Or deep in your heart are there en…