It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
God made thee good as thou art beautiful.
I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.