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.
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.
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.
Good-morrow to thy sable beak,
And glossy plumage, dark and sleek,
Thy crimson moon and azure eye,
read more
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!
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.
