Patriotism is dead, since there is no longer any native land, but only a native grot.
"Underground Man"
Gabriel Tarde
Alas,- No grot divine, or wood-nymph haunted glen, Or stream, or fount, shall these young shades e'er know.
"The Bride of Fort Edward"
Delia Bacon
Can you add perfume to the feast by your wit, or pour sunshine over grot and rushing stream by your smile?
"Callista"
John Henry Cardinal Newman