#EnglishWriters
Best way to read a book I know Is get a lad of six or so, And curl him up upon my knee Deep in a big arm chair, where we Can catch the warmth of blazing co…
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…
I’d like to give 'em all they ask’… And say they cannot have the thing… Yet now and then they plead for wh… Or what I can’t afford to buy, an… They little know or understand how…
I would not be too wise– so very w… That I must sneer at simple songs… And let the glare of wisdom blind… To humble people and their humble… I would not care to climb so high…
How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;
JUST now I think I 'd like to be At the river’s brink Beneath a tree, And stretched out flat
Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,
A BABY is the best to love, She always smiles when you draw ne… Though ugly you may be of face, No handsomer may interfere And win her heart away from you,
We little thought how much they me… And British mothers wearing black… The war was, O, so distant then,… We couldn’t see the weeping eyes,… We couldn’t sense the weight of wo…
So long as men shall be on earth There will be tasks for them to do… Some way for them to show their wo… Each day shall bring its problems… And men shall dream of mightier de…
HERE 's a letter from John in th… Ain’t heard from him now fer a yea… Yes, his handwritin’ s stylish an’… An’ rounded an’ wonderf’ly clear; Says he hopes we are all well an’…
Comes in flying from the street; 'Where’s Mamma?’ Friend or stranger thus he’ll gree… 'Where’s Mamma?’ Doesn’t want to say hello,
EVERY gentle breeze that’s blowi… For it penetrates my armor in its… Though I strive each day to shun… For it whispers of enchantments th… Every moment it’s inviting me to g…
I have no wish, my little lad, To climb the towering heights of f… I am content to be your dad And share with you each pleasant g… I am content to hold your hand
The whistle sounds! The game is o… We pay our tribute now with tears Instead of smiling eyes and cheers… Neil Snow has crossed the line on… Life’s scrimmage ends! A manly so…