Oh no! we never mention her,-- Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.
Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)
Source: Oh no! we never mention her.
Contributed by: Zaady
Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
Source: Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. Welcome me Home.
Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
Source: Why don't the Men propose?
She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met. She wore a Wreath.
Source: She wore a Wreath.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Source: Long, long ago.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Source: Teach me to forget.
We met, - 't was in a crowd.
Source: We met.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
Source: Isle of Beauty.
I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Source: I 'd be a Butterfly.
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
Source: The Pilot.
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