Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.

No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.

Politicians. Little Tin Gods on Wheels.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

A tale from which pieces have been raked out is like a fire that has been poked. One does not know the operation has been performed, but everyone feels the effect.

You perceive, do you not, that our national fairy tales reflect the inmost desires of the Briton and the Gaul?