#EnglishWriters
THEY tell me that I 'm spoiling… I The neighbors say that you shou… For all the awful things you do, Laid face down over daddy’s knee And spanked and put to bed. That…
I may never be a hero, I am past… There are pencil marks of silver… I shall win no service medals, I… I shall never fight a battle highe… But I hope my children’s children…
It may be I am getting old and li… Upon the days of bygone years, the… But thinking of them now I wish s… A simple old Thanksgiving Day, li… When all the family gathered round…
Some will heed the call to arms, But all must heed the call to grit… The dreamers on the distant farms Must rally now to do their bit. The whirring lathes in factories g…
This much I know: God does not wrong us here, Though oft His judgments seem sev… And reason falters 'neath the blow… Some day we’ll learn ’twas better…
The patter of rain on the roof, The glint of the sun on the rose; Of life, these the warp and the wo… The weaving that everyone knows. Now grief with its consequent tear…
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 used to lose my temper an’ git m… An’ raise my voice so wimmin folks… I’d do things I was ashamed of wh… An’ wish I hadn’t done 'em, an’ r… But I’ve learned from sad experie…
Though victory’s proof of the skil… Defeat is the proof of your grit; A weakling can smile in his days o… But at trouble’s first sign he wil… So the test of the heart and the t…
There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn, And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn; Oh, the Lord has set our table
The little church of Long Ago, wh… With mother in the family pew and… How I would like to see it now th… The straight-backed pews, the pulp… Dressed stiffly. in their Sunday…
With a twinkle in his eye He’d come gayly walkin’ by An’ he’d whistle to the children An’ he’d beckon 'em to come, Then he’d chuckle low an’ say,
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…
Always whenever I want to play I’ve got to practice an hour a day… Get through breakfast an’ make my… And Mother says: 'Marjorie, run a… There’s a time for work and a time…
To happiness I raise my glass, The goal of every human, The hope of every clan and class And every man and woman. The daydreams of the urchin there,