Thomas Haynes Bayly Quotes

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night!
There's danger on the deep.

My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met.

I've now got the music book ready,
Do sit up and sing like a lady
A recitative from Tancredi,
And something about "Palpiti!"
Sing forte when first you begin it,
Piano the very next minute,
They'll cry "What expression there's in it!"
Don't sing English ballads to me!

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.

Oh no: we never mention her! Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

Those, who have wealth, must be watchful and wary;
Power, alas! nought but misery brings!

We met,—'twas in a crowd.

Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.