The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
Beauty I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes…
You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents…
Be Britain still to Britain true, Among ourselves united; For never but by British hands Must British wrongs be righted!