Quotes
Quotes - Bayly
Surely 't is better, when summer is over
To die when all fair things are fading away.
I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary,
Power, alas! naught but misery brings!
Oh no! we never mention her,--
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word.
We met,--'t was in a crowd.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Why don't the men propose, Mamma?
Why don't the men propose?
She wore a wreath of roses
The first night that we met.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night!
There's danger on the deep.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder:
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.
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.
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been
If we had never met.
I 'm saddest when I sing.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
I've now got the music book ready, Do sit up and sing like a lady A recitative from Tancredi, And something from "Palpiti!" Sing forte when first you begin it, Piano the very next minute, They'll cry "What expression there's in it!" Don't sing English ballads to me!
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay, And keeping their Christmas holiday.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
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!
