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… — 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
