Maxioms by Joanna Baillie
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble read more
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fears subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
The brave man is not he who feels no fear,
For that were stupid and irrational;
But read more
The brave man is not he who feels no fear,
For that were stupid and irrational;
But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues,
And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
Good-morrow to thy sable beak,
And glossy plumage, dark and sleek,
Thy crimson moon and azure eye,
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Good-morrow to thy sable beak,
And glossy plumage, dark and sleek,
Thy crimson moon and azure eye,
Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!
The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
Like infant charity.
The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
Like infant charity.
Words of affection, howsoe'er express'd,
The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
Words of affection, howsoe'er express'd,
The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
