Author: Brian Jacques
Quotes of Author: Brian Jacques
The very tiny mousebabe's paw shot up as he piped out, "Pleeze, Farver H'Abbit, can us stay up late to look for doors'n'keys pleeze?" Glisam sat watching the tiny mousebabe, scrambling up onto his lap. "No, I'm afraid you can't, little one." The Abbot rubbed his eyes wearily, knowing what was coming as the mousebabe stuck out his lower lip. "But why, Farver?" "Because you have to go to bed." "But why, Farver?" "Because you're only a babe, and you need your sleep." "But why, Farver?" "So you can grow up big and strong." "But why, Farver? book-quoteOne day when our hearts were young, we went roving with right good will, side by side two comrades to find what lay o'er the hill. Our spirits never wearied then, in those high old times gone by. What friends we made, what perils we faced, together you and I. Now eyes grow dim and paws feel stiff, even vittles don't taste the same. You wake one day, with your whiskers grey, what price then, medals an' fame? Alas, all we have are memories, to take out, dust off, and share. But, oh, my friend, the pride we feel, just to know that we were there! We travelled an' fought an' feasted, we triumphed, we marched and songs were sung, We faced death, saw life and adventure! One day when our hearts were young. book-quoteWhen the sun slips o'er the treetops,then small birds fly off to nest.Feel the peace lie on the meadows,'tis a time that I love best.Slumber on, little one,I am ever near.Drowsily, lean on me,dream small dreams, my dear.All the jewelled stars a-twinkle,Watch the clouds drift through the night.Sail upon thy boats of dreaming,to the rays of dawning's light.Slumber on, day is gone,by thy side I'll lay.Fear no harm, rest in calm,'til the golden day. book-quoteLet me wander here forever, through the gladeswhere once I played,Long ago in carefree seasons, mid the noontidesun and shade.I will see again before me, all those smilingfriends I knew,gone alas to memory's keeping, faithful comradesgood and true.Oh, those days of youth and splendour, when wedreamed of glorious war,vows were made to keep forever, and return backhere once more.Then the clouds began to gather, winter came,we marched away,singing songs of love and valour, off we wentinto the fray.Comes a warrior returning, to autumn's gold-clad trees,where the leaves do fall like teardrops, on thegently sighing breeze.Casting sword and shield aside now, I standweary and forlorn,In the silence of the woodlands, I will restuntil the dawn.Let me sleep and dream forever, of the goldendays of yore,and those friends who marched off with me,who'll return alas no more. book-quote
