John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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Thomas Haynes Bayly. (17971839) |
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1 | Surely t is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. |
I d be a Butterfly. |
2 | I d be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet. |
I d be a Butterfly. |
3 | Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings! |
I d be a Butterfly. |
4 | Oh no! we never mention her, 1 Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word. |
Oh no! we never mention her. |
5 | We met,t was in a crowd. 2 |
We met. |
6 | Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. |
Welcome me Home. |
7 | Why dont the men propose, Mamma? Why dont the men propose? |
Why dont the Men propose? |
8 | She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met. |
She wore a Wreath. |
9 | Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. |
Teach me to forget. |
10 | Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. |
Long, long ago. |
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11 | The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me. |
The Rose that all are praising. |
12 | Oh pilot, t is a fearful night! Theres danger on the deep. |
The Pilot. |
13 | Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayst be. |
The Pilot. |
14 | Absence makes the heart grow fonder: 3 Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! |
Isle of Beauty. |
15 | The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall. |
The Mistletoe Bough. |
16 | Oh, I have roamed oer many lands, And many friends Ive met; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget. |
Oh, steer my Bark to Erins Isle. |
17 | My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met. |
To my Wife. |
18 | I m saddest when I sing. 4 |
You think I have a merry heart. |
| Note 1. Variant: Oh, no, we never mention him. [back] | Note 2. Cf. Thomas Hoods parody: We met,t was in a mob. [back] | Note 3. I find that absence still increases love.Charles Hopkins: To C. C. Distance sometimes endears friendship, and absence sweeteneth it.Howell: Familiar Letters, book i. sect. i. No. 6. [back] | Note 4. See Artemus Ward, page 787. [back] |
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