Over hill and under hill

And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy?

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

People remember Longfellow wrote Hiawatha, quite forget he was a Professor of Modern Languages!

Courage will now be your best defence against the storm that is at hand-—that and such hope as I bring.

The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.

Fear nothing! Have peace until the morning! Heed no nightly noises!