Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to read more
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly,
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
