#English #XXCentury
The little old man with the curve… And the eyes that are dim and the… So slack that it wrinkles and roll… With a thin little voice that goes… Never goes to the store but that r…
I’m up against it day by day, My ignorance is distressing; The things I don’t know on the wa… I’m busily confessing. Time was I used to think I knew
Send her a valentine to say You love her in the same old way. Just drop the long familiar ways And live again the old-time days When love was new and youth was br…
He doesn’t care that I’m not rich… Or that I’m poorly dressed, That I’m a toiler in the ditch He hasn’t even guessed. My faults that other people know
The train of cars that Santa brou… While pa was showing how they went… They used to run around a track’at… Would let me take them in my hands… I could ’a’ had some fun with 'em,…
(In which Ye Ed attempts the mill… We stood at the tee and the driver… Then we put back the turf; At the ball, then a thing called t… Then we put back the turf.
You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy; You may line with the rarest of ma…
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
Whose luck is better far than ours… The other fellow’s. Whose road seems always lined with… The other fellow’s. Who is the man who seems to get
PROUD is the state of its millio… And proud is the state of its name… In its borders are masters of brus… And wide as the world is its fame. It stands for the best of the bloo…
’Twas not so many years ago, Say, twenty-two or three, When zero weather or below Held many a thrill for me. Then in my icy room I slept
I sink my piers to the solid rock, And I send my steel to the sky, And I pile up the granite, block… Full twenty stories high; Nor wind nor weather shall wash aw…
I don’t know what they’ll put him… his post may be; I cannot guess the task that waits… the sea, But I have known him through the…
The telephone rang in my office to… as it often has tinkled before. I turned in my chair in a half-gro… for a telephone call is a bore; And I thought, ‘It is somebody wa…
Bill Jones, who goes to school wi… Is the saddest boy I ever see. He’s just so 'fraid he runs away When all of us fellows want to pla… An’ says he dassent stay about
