English poet & songwriter (1797-1839)
I'm saddest when I sing.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
You Think I Have a Merry Heart
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
The Rose That All Are Praising
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Isle of Beauty
Oh! virtue knows no hopeless grief,
'Tis sin that must despair;
The true believer finds relief
In solitary pray'r.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Oh Virtue Knows No Hopeless Grief
Surely 't is better, when summer is over
To die when all fair things are fading away.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
I'd Be a Butterfly
There is not one familiar face
Where many loved me once!
I speak aloud--the lonely place
Returns no kind response!
Where I and others roved, I see
Another roving race;
Gay smiles are there--but ah! for me,
Not one familiar face!
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
There Is Not One Familiar Face
She smiles at the feast where gay nobles are met,
But she thinks of the knight she was told to forget.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
L'Esperance
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Teach Me to Forget
The infidel may well despond,
When sorrow's tear he sheds,
His bosom knows no hope beyond
The dust on which he treads.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Oh Virtue Knows No Hopeless Grief
The canker worm is at work within
The fairest of her flowers.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Oh This World of Ours
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been
If we had never met.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
To My Wife
They err, who seek in earth or air
Similitudes for woman;
Or in the sea, for nothing there
Is half so good, or half so fair,
Her worth is too uncommon,
For us to find a simile
In all the earth--the air--the sea.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Similitudes for Woman
Fear not, but trust in Providence
Wherever thou may'st be.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
The Pilot
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Oh, Steer My Bark to Erin's Isle
I hate the noon--give me the moon,
And dewy nights in May or June.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Romance For Me
There's a time when we feel the want of friends,
The early one's the best,
When love, like a weary bird, descends
To find a place of rest;
And finds on all the earth not one
Familiar spot to rest upon.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Love Like the Weary Bird
I ask not now a lover's smile--
These eyes are sunk and dim;
But in their ruin, they possess
An eloquence for him;
Though others pass me--from his heart
More sympathy I claim;
When I am gone--perchance he'll weep
Whene'er he hears my name.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
He Pass'd
Give me romance, and I'll dispense
With the rodomontade of common sense.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Romance For Me
Think of earthly treasure
As a thing that cannot last;
Oh! judge of future pleasure
By the false joys of the past;
Thou wilt learn how to disdain
All that mortals covet most,
Slow to grasp what thou may'st gain,
Slow to mourn what thou hast lost.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Oh This World of Ours
Oh! teach my heart that chilling lore
That the world hath taught to Thee.
While I am on the sunny shore,
What are the ocean storms to Me?
Oh! some that with me used to sail,
Now wreck'd 'neath the waters lie;
But we have felt no adverse gale,
We will coldly pass them by.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Oh Teach My Heart