Joanna Baillie

The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
Like infant charity.

The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
Like infant charity.

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.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel
And makes the clown a winged Mercury.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel
And makes the clown a winged Mercury.

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.

Some men are born to feast, and not to fight;
Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field,
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Some men are born to feast, and not to fight;
Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field,
Still on their dinner turn--
Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home,
And wield a flesh-hook rather than a sword.