Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to read more
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word.
- 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.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
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.
