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 More Quotes by Thomas Haynes Bayly More Quotes From Thomas Haynes Bayly Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget. Thomas Haynes Bayly absence heart forget 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 stars moon dream Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. Thomas Haynes Bayly tales long-ago memories She wore a wreath of roses, Thomas Haynes Bayly flower rose night Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Thomas Haynes Bayly alas misery wealth I'm saddest when I sing. Thomas Haynes Bayly saddest music 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 land giving years The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, Thomas Haynes Bayly hollies wall christmas Where's the hope that can abate Thomas Haynes Bayly grief lonely hope Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose? Thomas Haynes Bayly propose he-man men Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. Thomas Haynes Bayly caverns friendship memories Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep. Thomas Haynes Bayly pilots fear night Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be. Thomas Haynes Bayly trust fear may Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, Thomas Haynes Bayly land heart forget I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away. Thomas Haynes Bayly fading-away butterfly dying The rose that all are praising Thomas Haynes Bayly flower praise rose Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. Thomas Haynes Bayly fading-away dies summer We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me. Thomas Haynes Bayly crowd he thought me
