Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.
O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
