John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Thomas Haynes Bayly 1797-1839 John Bartlett
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| Surely ’t is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. | |
| I ’d be a Butterfly. | |
| 2 | |
| I ’d be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet. | |
| I ’d be a Butterfly. | |
| 3 | |
| Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings! | |
| I ’d be a Butterfly. | |
| 4 | |
| Oh no! we never mention her,— 1 Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word. | |
| Oh no! we never mention her. | |
| 5 | |
| We met,—’t was in a crowd. 2 | |
| We met. | |
| 6 | |
| Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. | |
| Welcome me Home. | |
| 7 | |
| Why don’t the men propose, Mamma? Why don’t the men propose? | |
| Why don’t the Men propose? | |
| 8 | |
| She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met. | |
| She wore a Wreath. | |
| 9 | |
| Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. | |
| Teach me to forget. | |
| 10 | |
| Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. | |
| Long, long ago. | |
| 11 | |
| The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me. | |
| The Rose that all are praising. | |
| 12 | |
| Oh pilot, ’t is a fearful night! There’s danger on the deep. | |
| The Pilot. | |
| 13 | |
| Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may’st be. | |
| The Pilot. | |
| 14 | |
| Absence makes the heart grow fonder: 3 Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! | |
| Isle of Beauty. | |
| 15 | |
| The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall. | |
| The Mistletoe Bough. | |
| 16 | |
| 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. | |
| Oh, steer my Bark to Erin’s Isle. | |
| 17 | |
| My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met. | |
| To my Wife. | |
| 18 | |
| I ’m saddest when I sing. 4 | |
| You think I have a merry heart. |
| Note 1. Variant: “Oh, no, we never mention him.” [back] |
| Note 2. Cf. Thomas Hood’s parody: We met,—’t was in a mob. [back] |
| Note 3. I find that absence still increases love.—Charles Hopkins: To C. C. Distance sometimes endears friendship, and absence sweeteneth it.—Howell: Familiar Letters, book i. sect. i. No. 6. [back] |
| Note 4. See Artemus Ward, page 787. [back] |