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Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Topic: Absence
Source: Isle of Beauty
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Topic: Absence
Source: None
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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!
Topic: Ballads
Source: Don't Sing English Ballads to Me
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I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Topic: Butterflies
Source: I'd be a Butterfly
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And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
Topic: Christmas
Source: The Mistletoe Bough
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The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
Topic: Christmas
Source: The Mistletoe Bough
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O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing
The same that were taught me ten seasons ago;
The schoolmaster over the land is advancing,
Then why is the master of dancing so slow?
It is such a bore to be always caught tripping
In dull uniformity year after year;
Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipping:
I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!
Topic: Dancing
Source: Quadrille a la Mode
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Topic: Loneliness and Solitude
Source: None
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We met--'twas a crowd.
Topic: Meeting
Source: We Met
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Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Topic: Memory
Source: Long, Long Ago
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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.
Topic: Memory
Source: O, Steer my Bark to Erin's Isle
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Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Topic: Memory
Source: Teach Me to Forget
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Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Topic: Music
Source: Welcome Me Home
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I'm saddest when I sing.
Topic: Music
Source: You think I have a merry heart
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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,
Topic: Names
Source: Melodies of Various Nations--Oh! No! We Never Mention Her
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O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.
Topic: Navigation
Source: The Pilot
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Isle of Beauty
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There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Isle of Beauty
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'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Isle of Beauty
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Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Topic: Providence
Source: The Pilot
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The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Topic: Roses
Source: The Rose That all are Praising
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She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Topic: Roses
Source: She Wore a Wreath of Roses
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My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been
If we had never met!
And has that thought been shared by thee?
Ah, no! that smiling cheek
Proves more unchanging love for me
Than labor'd words could speak.
Topic: Wives
Source: To My Wife
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Why don't the men propose, mamma?
Why don't the men propose?
Topic: Wooing
Source: Songs and Ballads--Why Don't the Men Propose?
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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.
Topic: World
Source: Fly away, pretty Moth
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