12 ordspråk av Thomas Haynes Bayly
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Absence makes the heart go fonder
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder, / Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
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Gaily the Troubadour / Touched his guitar.
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Gaily the Troubadour / Touched his guitar.
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I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, / Dying when fair things are fading away.
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It was a dream of perfect bliss, / Too beautiful to last.
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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.
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She wore a wreath of roses, / The night that first we met.
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The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, / The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
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The rose that all are praising/ Is not the rose for me.
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We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me.
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Why don't the men propose, mamma, / Why don't the men propose?
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