1.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
2.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
3.
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.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
4.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
5.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
6.
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
7.
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
8.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
9.
I'm saddest when I sing.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
10.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
11.
Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?
Thomas Haynes Bayly
12.
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!
Thomas Haynes Bayly
13.
Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
Thomas Haynes Bayly
14.
Where's the hope that can abate
The grief of hearts thus desolate
That can Youth's keenest pangs assuage,
And mitigate the gloom of Age?
Religion bids the tempest cease,
And, leads her to a port of peace;
And on, the lonely pilot steers
Through the lapse of future years.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
15.
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary,
Power, alas! naught but misery brings!
Thomas Haynes Bayly
16.
Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
17.
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.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
18.
Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
