Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
I've now got the music book ready,
Do sit up and sing like a lady
A recitative read more
I've now got the music book ready,
Do sit up and sing like a lady
A recitative from Tancredi,
And something from "Palpiti!"
Sing forte when first you begin it,
Piano the very next minute,
They'll cry "What expression there's in it!"
Don't sing English ballads to me!
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more
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.
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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.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
