#1918 #EnglishWriters #OverHere
TWe used to think her frivolous—y… parents are, A little quick to see the faults a… that mar The girl their son is fond of and…
His room is as it used to be Before he went away, The walls still keep the pennants… Brought home but yesterday. The picture of his baseball team
Don’t mind being broke at all, When I can say that what I had Was spent for toys for kiddies sma… And that the spending made 'em gla… I don’t regret the money gone,
When an empty sleeve or a sightles… Or a legless form I see, I breathe my thanks to my God on… For His watchful care o’er me. And I say to myself, as the cripp…
Jes’ the sort o’ weather and jes’… Which seem to suit my fancy, with… On a sea o’ smooth blue water. Oh… With an 'I’ in all my thinkin’, b… That the Lord who made us humans…
Trouble is an exerciser Sent us by a Wisdom wiser Than the mind of man possesses. Doubts and dangers and distresses Come not purposely to best us,
This I would claim for my success… Nor the throng’s changing cheers f… Not always ease and fortune’s glad… Though all of these are pleasant j… But I would like to have my story…
WHAT is food for, anyway? Just to keep us through the day Warm and strong and satisfy Hunger, whether bread or pie, Terrapin or chuck steak tough;
I LIKE the dream days best of al… The hollyhocks against the wall; The rambler roses blushing red, The blue skies bending overhead, With just enough of summer breeze
Queerest little chap he is, Always saying: ‘Aw Gee Whiz!’ Needing something from the store That you’ve got to send him for And you call him from his play,
Courage isn’t a brilliant dash, A daring deed in a moment’s flash; It isn’t an instantaneous thing Born of despair with a sudden spri… It isn’t a creature of flickered h…
I’LL never be rich. I’m too fond of the joy Of a certain small girl And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun
I’M for the happy man every time, The man who smiles as he goes his… Whether he’s up or whether he’s do… I ‘m for the man with a grin, I s… I ’m for the man who can bear his…
We do not build our monuments in s… The records of our life aren’t cas… We are forgot, if when the spirit’… No human hearts our finger prints… If we have lived and died and left…
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