Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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WALLFLOWERS.
“They call us Wall-flowers, my dear!
Because we spend the evening here,
All in a row against the wall,
Ne'er noticed by the men at all!”
Because we spend the evening here,
All in a row against the wall,
Ne'er noticed by the men at all!”
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“I'm sure it is no fault of ours,
We do not wish to be Wallflowers;
Not one of us that has not wanted
To be by somebody transplanted:
It never was our choice at all
To sit here ranged against the wall;
But, if the men, devoid of taste,
Will leave us here our sweets to waste,
Selecting silly pinks and roses,
To make their hymeneal posies,
'Tis very fit that here we sit,
And innocently chat a bit.”
We do not wish to be Wallflowers;
Not one of us that has not wanted
To be by somebody transplanted:
It never was our choice at all
To sit here ranged against the wall;
But, if the men, devoid of taste,
Will leave us here our sweets to waste,
Selecting silly pinks and roses,
To make their hymeneal posies,
'Tis very fit that here we sit,
And innocently chat a bit.”
“Look at Miss Rose, she's just come in,
Some people rave about her skin!
Her clear complexion! (how absurd!)
You know I never say a word,
But this I will say—(how she's scented!)
I always thought the Roses painted.”
Some people rave about her skin!
Her clear complexion! (how absurd!)
You know I never say a word,
But this I will say—(how she's scented!)
I always thought the Roses painted.”
“And here I vow's Miss Violet;
I ne'er could find her beauty yet.
And how they praise her! what a fuss!
Think of preferring her to us!
A little, dingy, paltry fright!
And what a gown for candlelight!”
I ne'er could find her beauty yet.
And how they praise her! what a fuss!
Think of preferring her to us!
A little, dingy, paltry fright!
And what a gown for candlelight!”
“Do see the Miss Carnations, there—
Not two alike, I do declare—
They're showy, but my sister thinks
They are so like those little Pinks;
You see the likeness? to be sure;
The Pinks we never could endure.”
Not two alike, I do declare—
They're showy, but my sister thinks
They are so like those little Pinks;
You see the likeness? to be sure;
The Pinks we never could endure.”
“See, from the valley comes Miss Lily!
Another beauty,—oh, how silly!
White as a sheet, and so petite,
No wonder we are obsolete!
For Wallflowers truly she's no fellow—
Men once were fond of brown and yellow!”
Another beauty,—oh, how silly!
White as a sheet, and so petite,
No wonder we are obsolete!
For Wallflowers truly she's no fellow—
Men once were fond of brown and yellow!”
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