#English #XXCentury
It’s good to have the trees again,… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom… It’s good that we can feel again t… For hearts and minds, of sorrow no… The roses haven’t changed a bit, n…
He limped into the place one day,… ‘Just half a man,’ he told the bos… An accident did this to me, ’twere… It robbed me of efficiency, but le… The boss said kindly unto him: 'T…
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
He will not come to him this year… An imitation Santa Claus must ser… Last year he heard the reindeers p… And as he dreamed the kindly saint… But Christmas Eve he will not com…
Be grateful for the kindly friends… Be grateful for the skies of blue… Be grateful for the health you own… For round about you there are men… Be grateful for the growing trees,…
Old years and new years, all blend… The best of what there is to be, t… Let’s bury all the failures in the… And keep the smiles of friendship… Old years and new years, life’s in…
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should now be done. He knows the way to fix the trusts…
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,
Lady in the show case carriage, Do not think that I’m a bear; Not for worlds would I disparage One so gracious and so fair; Do not think that I am blind to
I am eager once more to feel easy, I’m weary of thinking of dress; I’m heartily sick of stiff collars… And trousers the tailor must press… I’m eagerly waiting the glad days—
When I was but a little lad, my o… That none should wind the clock bu… He’d fumble for the curious key ke… And set aside that little task ent… In time Grandfather passed away,…
YOU never hear a woman boast Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o’ a woman has More courage than a man, somehow. Lor’ bless me, when I hear a man
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
The little woman, to her I bow And doff my hat as I pass her by; I reverence the furrows that mark… And the sparkling love light in he… The little woman who stays at home…
LAUGHTER and song and mirth, Roses that drip with dew, These are the joys of earth; Sunshine and skies of blue, Children that romp and play,
