Joanna Baillie

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.

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.

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!

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of read more

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We'll have our pleasure o'er again,
To warm the heart, to charm the sight,
Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.