#EnglishWriters
‘A rose by any other name would sm… Cried Romeo once, and truth he sp… And we should smell the autos down… Though gasoline were labeled Fren…
He wears a long and solemn face And drives the children from his p… He doesn’t like to hear them shout Or race and run and romp about, And if they chance to climb his tr…
THIS morning came a man to me, h… He shook my hand and doffed his ha… Said he, ' I read your stuff each… You have a line of humor that deli… My dear wife reads it through and…
You shall have satin and silk to w… When my ship comes in; And jewels to shine in your raven… When my ship comes in. Oh, the path is dreary to-day and…
‘My Crown Prince was fine and fai… father said, ‘But he marched away with his regi… they tell me that he’s dead! ‘We all must go,’ he whispered low…
The star upon their service flag h… It speaks no more of hope and life… But splendidly it glistens now for… And softly whispers: ‘Here lived… ’Here once he walked and played an…
BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled… Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the… You Pessimist, depart! Now, Gloomy Gus and Doleful Frow… There is no room for you in town,
AIRY, fairy Lillian, What a naughty thing to do, By noon had read a Laura Libbey paper novel through. By four o’clock another
When sorrow comes, as come it must… In God a man must place his trust… There is no power in mortal speech The anguish of his soul to reach, No voice, however sweet and low,
The mother on the sidewalk as the… Is the mother of Old Glory that i… Men have fought to keep it splendi… But that flag was born of woman an… ’Tis her sacrifice has made it, an…
Sometimes I’m almost glad to hear… And though I try to look severe,… When mother sadly tells to me the… Because when they come tearfully,… I like to have them all alone, wit…
HE WAS bo’n way down in Texas,… An’ a cloud’s so thin it’s easy to… An’ he grew among the quaint folk… In the mint an’ melon patches, an’… An’ he stored up all the sunshine…
I can’t help thinkin’ o’ the lad! Here’s summer bringin’ trees to fr… An’ every bush with roses clad, An’ nature in her finest suit, An’ all things as they used to be
‘When I am rich,’ he used to say, ‘A thousand joys I’ll give away; I’ll walk among the poor I find And unto one and all be kind. I’ll place a wreath of roses red
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