Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?
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'm saddest when I sing.
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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