Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.
Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!
Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.