#EnglishWriters
(Who had “Return if Possible” Or… “You’ve heard a good deal of the t… wires,” he said as we sat at our e… And talked of the struggle that’s… lives in these terrible days o’er…
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 was just a lad in school, He used to sit around and fool And watch the clock and say: ‘I can’t see that I’ll ever need This stuff the teacher makes me re…
Last night I caught him on his kn… And oh, the guilty look he wore, a… When I, pretending to be cross, s… game?’ As if, back in the long ago, I ha…
The stick-together families are ha… Than the brothers and the sisters… The gladdest people living are the… A circle at the fireside that no p… And the finest of conventions ever…
Tuggin’ at your bottle, An’ it’s O, you’re mighty sweet! Just a bunch of dimples From your top-knot to your feet, Lying there an’ gooin’
God of battles, be with us now: Guard our sons from the lead of sh… Watch our sons when the cannons fl… Let them not to a tyrant bow. God of battles, to Thee we pray:
The kids are out-of-doors once mor… The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put away, and no more tears Are shed because they cannot go
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…
GOOD, kindly Mother Nature play… No favorites, but smiles for all Who care to tread her pleasant way… And listen to the song birds’ call… The tulips and the violets grow
The path o’ little children is the… Where green is every valley and ev… Where laughter’s always ringing an… And where the hurts are little hur… The path o’ little children, on th…
‘You’re spoiling them!' the mother… When I give way to weepy eyes And let them do the things they wi… Like cleaning up the jelly dish, Or finishing the chocolate cake,
The battles for the pickle dish on… The Uno Pedro Club is first and… It started off auspiciously, witho… Good Mrs. Green put all at ease b… Then Mrs. Johnson graciously kiss…
A woman is queer, there’s no doubt… She hates to be thin and she hates… One minute it’s laughter, the next… You can’t understand her, however… But there’s one thing about her wh…
Grandmother says when I pass her… ‘Just half of that, please.’ If I serve her the tenderest port… ‘Just half of that, please.’ And be the dessert a rice pudding…