The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Buttercups and Daisies— Oh, the pretty flowers,Coming ere the spring time, To tell of sunny hours. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
"Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly;"'T is the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy." Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Yes, in the poor man's garden growFar more than herbs and flowers—Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,And joy for weary hours. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we;Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio