Maxioms by Joanna Baillie
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.
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.
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 fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights
of another.
The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights
of another.
The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
Like infant charity.
The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
Like infant charity.