Thomas Haynes Bayly
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Thomas Haynes Baylywas an English poet, songwriter, dramatist, and miscellaneous writer...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
flower night rose
She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.
misery wealth alas
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings!
dream stars moon
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. . . . . 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.
music saddest
I'm saddest when I sing.
christmas wall hollies
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
friendship memories caverns
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
summer fading dies
Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.
english-writer shun
We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me.