The Tain, by the Decemberists
> you're a fickle little twister. The Decemberists [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Decemberists] »
Robin Hood, by John Keats
> No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried all Under the down-trodden pall Of the leaves »
Ancient History, by Siegfried Sassoon
> Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain, Shivered below his wind-whipped olive-trees; Huddling sharp chin on scarred and scraggy knees, He moaned and mumbled »
A Man For All Seasons, 1966, directed by Fred Zinnemann
> I am the king's true subject, and I pray for him and all the realm. I do none harm. I say none harm. »
The Executioner's Beautiful Daughter, by Angela Carter
> High among the mountains, how wet and cold it is! Chill winds blow soft drifts of rain across these almost perpendicular peaks; the wolf-haunted forest »