Thomas Haynes Bayly

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

"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!"

"We met,—'twas in a crowd."

"Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar."

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

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

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

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

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

"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!"

"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."

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

"I'm saddest when I sing."

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

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

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

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."