Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

The last great Englishman is low.

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.