Thomas Haynes Bayly
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Thomas Haynes Baylywas an English poet, songwriter, dramatist, and miscellaneous writer...
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fear may providence
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
fear night pilots
Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.
english-writer shun
We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me.
summer fading dies
Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.
flower rose praise
The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
butterfly dying fading
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
heart land forget
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.
friendship memories caverns
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
lying angel snow
Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?
men he-man propose
Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
hope lonely grief
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.
christmas wall hollies
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
years land giving
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!
memories long-ago tales
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.