John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Thomas Haynes Bayly. (1797–1839) |
6033 |
Surely ’t is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. |
I ’d be a Butterfly. |
6034 |
I ’d be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet. |
I ’d be a Butterfly. |
6035 |
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings! |
I ’d be a Butterfly. |
6036 |
Oh no! we never mention her,— 1 Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word. |
Oh no! we never mention her. |
6037 |
We met,—’t was in a crowd. 2 |
We met. |
6038 |
Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. |
Welcome me Home. |
6039 |
Why don’t the men propose, Mamma? Why don’t the men propose? |
Why don’t the Men propose? |
6040 |
She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met. |
She wore a Wreath. |
6041 |
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. |
Teach me to forget. |
6042 |
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. |
Long, long ago. |
6043 |
The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me. |
The Rose that all are praising. |
Note 1. Variant: “Oh, no, we never mention him.” [back] |
Note 2. Cf. Thomas Hood’s parody: We met,—’t was in a mob. [back] |