Thomas Haynes Bayly Quotes & Sayings

We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

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. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings! — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills? — Thomas Haynes Bayly

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! — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose? — Thomas Haynes Bayly

I'm saddest when I sing. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

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

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day; Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth, And make use of your wings while you may ... But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite, They at last found it dangerous play; Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth, Only dazzle to lead us astray. — Thomas Haynes Bayly