I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings! — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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?… — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
