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• Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- Isle of Beauty...
• Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- Teach me to forge...
• We met,--'t was in a crowd. -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- We me
• Oh no! we never mention her,-- Her name is never heard
  My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word....
• Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There 's danger on the deep.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- The Pilo...
• I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west, Through many a weary way
  But never, never can forget The love of life's young day....
• She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- She wore a Wreath...
• I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- I 'd be a Butterfly...
• I steer my bark with hope in the head, leaving fear astern.
  My hopes indeed sometimes fail, but not oftener than the forebodings of the gloomy....