#EnglishWriters
Show the flag and let it wave As a symbol of the brave Let it float upon the breeze As a sign for each who sees That beneath it, where it rides,
Right must not live in idleness, Nor dwell in smug content; It must be strong, against the thr… Of foes, on evil bent. Justice must not a weakling be
I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world o… Ain’t the works of art on the gall… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust s… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow…
Curling smoke from a chimney low, And only a few more steps to go, Faces pressed at a window pane Watching for someone to come again… And I am the someone they wait to…
You ought to be fine for the sake… Who think you are fine. If others have faith in you doubly… To stick to the line. It’s not only on you that dishonor…
My big brother will git you fer th… He’ll shine up your eye and he’ll… You’d better watch out in the morn… Will be lookin’ fer you, jes’ for… You can slap me an’ cuff me
I do not think all failure’s undes… And all success is merely someone’… Some men are down because they wer… And some are up because they kept… Some men are down because they cho…
There’s a wondrous smell of spices In the kitchen, Most bewitchin’; There are fruits cut into slices That just set the palate itchin’;
The other night 'bout two o’clock,… An elephant with shining tusks cam… His trunk was wavin’ in the air an… An’ he was out to eat me up, but s… Or let him see that I was scared…
My books and I are good old pals: My laughing books are gay, Just suited for my merry moods When I am wont to play. Bill Nye comes down to joke with…
Give me the house where the toys a… Where the dolls are asleep in the… Where the building blocks and the… And the soldiers guard the stairs. Let me step in a house where the t…
He was playing in the garden when… But he didn’t seem to hear us, so… What the little rogue was up to, a… When he heard his mother calling,… ‘I am playing war,’ he told me, 'a…
Home is the place where the laught… And man should be found at his bes… Let the cares of the day be as gre… The night has been fashioned for r… So leave at the door when the toil…
I hold the finest picture-books Are woods an’ fields an’ runnin’ b… An’ when the month o’ May has don… Her paintin’, an’ the mornin’ sun Is lightin’ just exactly right
Time was I thought of growing up, But that was ere the babies came; I’d dream and plan to be a man And win my share of wealth and fam… For age held all the splendors the…