Thomas Haynes Bayly

1797 - 1839

A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly on familiarity

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.

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly

Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)

Source: Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. Welcome me Home.

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly on men

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Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)

Source: Why don't the Men propose?

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly on friendship and heart

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 (1797 - 1839)

Source: Oh, Steer my Bark to Erin's Isle.

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)

Source: The Mistletoe Bough.

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly on danger

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Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There 's danger on the deep.

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)

Source: The Pilot.

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)

Source: The Rose that all are praising.

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly

She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met. She wore a Wreath.

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)

Source: She wore a Wreath.

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)

Source: Long, long ago.

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A Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly on departure, friendship, memory, and purity

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)

Source: Teach me to forget.

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