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• We met,--'t was in a crowd. -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- We me
• Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Rich and rare were the Gems she wore...
• 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...
• Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There 's danger on the deep.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- The Pilo...
• Oh no! we never mention her,-- Her name is never heard
  My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word....
• Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I 've me
  Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget....
• Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- Isle of Beauty...
• Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- The Pilo...
• Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- Teach me to forge...