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.

“Though he walked and breathed, and about him living leaves and flowers were sti…”

“How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever af…”

“No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where som…”

“Sam looked at his master with approval, but also with surprise: there was a loo…”