I'm saddest when I sing.
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 bi… - 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 bi…
- Thomas Haynes Bayly
Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep. - Thomas Haynes Bayly
Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.
Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose? - Thomas Haynes Bayly
Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. - Thomas Haynes Bayly
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
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
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.
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
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
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 t… - 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 t…
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 you… - 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 you…
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