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Quotes by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.— filed under Absence
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!— filed under Ballads
O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing The same that were taught me ten seasons ago; The schoolmaster over the land is advancing, Then why is the master of dancing so slow? It is such a bore to be always caught tripping In dull uniformity year after year; Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipping: I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!— filed under Dancing
Butterfly. I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.— filed under Insects-Flea
Brief Chance Encounter. We met-'twas in a crowd.— filed under Meeting
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.— filed under Memory
Forget. 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.— filed under Memory
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.— filed under Memory
Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.— filed under Music
Oh! no! we never mention her, Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.— filed under Name
Navigation. O pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.— filed under Occupations-Navigation
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be. ff.— filed under Providence
Why don't the men propose, mamma? Why don't the men propose?— filed under Wooing
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.— filed under Christmas
Rose. Rosa. She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.— filed under Flowers-Primrose
Wreath of Roses. The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.— filed under Flowers-Primrose
My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met! And has that thought been shared by thee? Ah, no! that smiling cheek Proves more unchanging love for me Than labor'd words could speak.— filed under Matrimony