Thomas Haynes Bayly Quotes

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

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

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

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

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

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

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