Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not

For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

Bible reading is an education in itself.

Nature, red in tooth and claw.