Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
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!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
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My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been
If we had never met!
And has that thought been shared by thee?
Ah, no! that smiling cheek
Proves more unchanging love for me
Than labor'd words could speak.
