My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.

Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German; but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.

Turn back, turn back,thou pretty bride, Within this house thou must not abide. For here do evil things betide.

Before the castle gate all was as the fox had said: so the son went in and found the chamber where the golden bird hung in a wooden cage, and below