Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing
The same that were taught me ten seasons ago;
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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 the master of dancing so slow?
It is such a bore to be always caught tripping
In dull uniformity year after year;
Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipping:
I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
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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 your wings while you may.
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But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
