There was a knight came riding by / In early spring, when the roads were dry; / And he heard that lady sing at the noon, / Two red roses across the moon.

He won't be riding in the spring classics.

How did they know that I was the one who saved them?"
"They don't. You're the third knight they've celebrated over since it happened.

They stayed off the interstates because they heard that [those roads] were a mess,

When he understands, as few others do, something of his home that is funny, or sad, or tragic, or cruel, or beautiful, or true, he knows he must do so as a stranger.

But I do mean to say, I have heard her declare,When at the same moment she had on a dressWhich cost five hundred dollars, and not a cent less,And jewelry worth ten times more, I should guess,That she had not a thing in the wide world to wear!