Thomas Haynes Bayly Quotes

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

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.

I'm saddest when I sing.

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

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

Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

We met,—'twas in a crowd.

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