Quotes
Quotes - Bayly
Death always waits. The door of the hearse is never closed.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
We met--'twas a crowd.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
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.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
I'm saddest when I sing.
Oh! no! we never mention her, Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word. - Thomas Haynes Bayly,
O pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.
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.
Why don't the men propose, mamma? Why don't the men propose?
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day; Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth, And make use of your wings while you may. . . . . But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite, They at last found it dangerous play; Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth, Only dazzle to lead us astray.
