I like the man who takes the stones Upon his rocky road With smiling lips instead of groans, Whate'er his heavy load Who seizes each as on he goes, And neatly crumbles it, And turns his share of pebbly woes To stores of inner grit.
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
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured. - John Kendrick Bangs
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured.
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 …
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.
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.
I have no dog, but it must be Somewhere there's one belongs to me-- A little chap with wagging tail, And dark brown eyes that never quail, But look y… - John Kendrick Bangs
I have no dog, but it must be Somewhere there's one belongs to me-- A little chap with wagging tail, And dark brown eyes that never quail, But look y…
What fools indeed we morals are to lavish care upon a car, with never a bit of time to see about our own machinery! - John Kendrick Bangs
What fools indeed we morals are to lavish care upon a car, with never a bit of time to see about our own machinery!
For me, my craft is sailing on,Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.Whate'er the final harbor be'T is good to sail upon the sea! - John Kendrick Bangs
For me, my craft is sailing on,Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.Whate'er the final harbor be'T is good to sail upon the sea!
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