Thomas Haynes Bayly Quotes

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

We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me.

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

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'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings!

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

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

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

I'm saddest when I sing.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

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

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

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

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