I can't tell a lie - not even when I hear one.
Comes now a smiling New-Born Year To fill to-day with goodly cheer— An infant hale and lusty. Upon our door-sill he is left By Daddy Time, of clothes… - John Kendrick Bangs
Comes now a smiling New-Born Year To fill to-day with goodly cheer— An infant hale and lusty. Upon our door-sill he is left By Daddy Time, of clothes…
- John Kendrick Bangs
I can't tell a lie - not even when I hear one. - John Kendrick Bangs
Whose heart doth hold the Christmas glow Hath little need of Mistletoe; Who bears a smiling grace of mien Need waste no time on wreaths of green; Who… - John Kendrick Bangs
Whose heart doth hold the Christmas glow Hath little need of Mistletoe; Who bears a smiling grace of mien Need waste no time on wreaths of green; Who…
If I had my way no one should be taught to read until after he had passed his hundredth year. In that way, and in that way only can we protect our yo… - John Kendrick Bangs
If I had my way no one should be taught to read until after he had passed his hundredth year. In that way, and in that way only can we protect our yo…
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts- Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts Along the moonlit way. - John Kendrick Bangs
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts- Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts Along the moonlit way.
The only care That I shall share Shall be the care of others, And on the road I'll halve the load Of overburdened brothers. I rather g… - John Kendrick Bangs
The only care That I shall share Shall be the care of others, And on the road I'll halve the load Of overburdened brothers. I rather g…
You know the Model of your Car. You know just what its powers are. You treat it with a deal of care, Nor tax it more than it will bear. But as to sel… - John Kendrick Bangs
You know the Model of your Car. You know just what its powers are. You treat it with a deal of care, Nor tax it more than it will bear. But as to sel…
Whatever be the depth of woe Along the path that I must go, I'll sing my song— My song of joy for all the love That's lavished on us from above, And … - John Kendrick Bangs
Whatever be the depth of woe Along the path that I must go, I'll sing my song— My song of joy for all the love That's lavished on us from above, And …
Although man is already ninety per cent water, the Prohibitionists are not yet satisfied. - John Kendrick Bangs
Although man is already ninety per cent water, the Prohibitionists are not yet satisfied.
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