Thomas Haynes Bayly Quotes

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

Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?

I'm saddest when I sing.

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

Sure it is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

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.

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

We met,—'twas in a crowd.

I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.

Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.

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

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

Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!