| Quotes |
Topic |
| Absence | Absence makes the heart grow fonder. |
| Absence | Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well! |
| Butterflies | I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet. |
| Christmas | And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay, And keeping their Christmas holiday. |
| Christmas | The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. |
| Loneliness and Solitude | Absence makes the heart grow fonder. |
| Meeting | We met--'twas a crowd. |
| Memory | Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. |
| Memory | 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. |
| Memory | Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. |
| Music | Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. |
| Music | I'm saddest when I sing. |
| Names | 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, |
| Navigation | O pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep. |
| Proverbs | Absence makes the heart grow fonder. |
| Proverbs | There is a method in man's wickedness: It grows up by degrees. |
| Proverbs | 'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill. |
| Providence | Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be. |
| Roses | The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me. |
| Roses | She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met. |
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