#EnglishWriters
H’it’s h’easy to be 'appy, Don’t you know; There’s no sense in being snappy, Don’t you know; Wot’s the use h’of being grumpy,
Take home a smile; forget the pett… The dull, grim grind of all the da… The day is done, come be yourself… To-night, to those who wait, take… Take home a smile; don’t scatter g…
One came to the house with a prett… ‘It’s all for the best,' said he, And I know that he sought my hear… And I know that he grieved with m… But I was too full of my sorrow t…
He wiped his shoes before his door… But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his fe… Of dirt they’d gathered in the str… He stood and dusted off his mind
I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to kno… I want to be able as days go by, always to look myself straight in… I don’t want to stand with the set…
Oh, man must dream of gladness whe… And a hint of something better is… And nobody wakes at morning but ho… To have come to a richer pleasure… For man is a dreamer ever. He gli…
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’
He was just a small church parson… Looked and dressed and acted like… He wore the cleric’s broadcloth an… But he had a man’s religion and he… And he heard the call to duty, and…
You may brag about your breakfast… Your crisp, delightful shavings an… Your toasted flakes of rye and cor… Or rave about a sawdust mash, an e… But none of these appeals to me, t…
There’s a lot of joy in the smilin… there’s plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and dances,… when-ever the day’s work’s done; Full many an hour is a shining one…
For strength to face the battle’s… For men that dare to die for right… For hearts above the lure of gold And fortune’s soft and pleasant wa… For courage of our days of old,
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…
‘I’m never alone in the garden,' h… never alone with the flowers. It seems like I’m meeting the won… out here with these blossoms of ou… An’ there’s never a bush or a plan…
Last night I got to thinkin’ of t… When I still had on knee breeches… An’ my Sunday suit was velvet. Ma… But I know I didn’t like it—eithe… It was far too girlish for me, for…
AFTER all is said and done, After all the work and fun, After all the sighing’s over And the laughter fades away, Then the cares that now beset us