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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!

— Joanna Baillie

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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 soul its fear subdues,
And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

Count Basil (1798)

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

De Montfort (1798)

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

Count Basil (1798)

Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat,
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
Soft moves the dipping oar!

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