Fragment Of A Poem (Joanna Baillie Poems)
GLOOMY and still was the broad solemn deep,Whose rolling tides for twice a hundred years,Had lashed the rugged walls of ...
Joanna Baillie Poems on Hope (26 Poems)
Night Scenes Of Other Times (Joanna Baillie Poems)
Part I."The wild winds bellow o'er my head,And spent eve's fading light;Where shall I find some friendly shedTo screen me ...
Epistle To Earl Harcourt, On His Wishing Her To Spell Her Name With Of Catherine With A K. (Joanna Baillie Poems)
AND can his antiquarian eyes,My Anglo-Saxon C despise?And does Lord Harcourt, day by day,Regret th' extinct initial K?And still, with ...
Sir Maurice (Joanna Baillie Poems)
SIR MAURICE was a wealthy lord,He liv'd in the north countrie,Well would he cope with foe-man's sword,Or the glance of ...
The Moody Seer (Joanna Baillie Poems)
"THE sun shines in a cloudless sky,The lake is blue and still;Up, Flora! on thine errand hie,And climb the eyrie ...
Lines On The Death Of Sir Walter Scott (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THOU pleasant noble Bard of fame far spread,Now art thou gathered to the mighty dead,And the dark coffin and the ...
Hope And Memory (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HOPE.NAY , sister, what hast thou to boastOf joy? a poor reciter thou,Whose happiest thought is but the ghostOf some ...
Fothringay (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HAIL , falling shades! hail, stillest ev'ning hour!Sacred to verse; and thou sublimest power,Imagination! thou, while slumber lightLays me to ...
Song #4 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WHEN hollow bursts the rushing winds,And heavy beats the show'r,This anxious, aching bosom findsNo comfort in its power.For ah, my ...
Lines, Written At Athens In 1820 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
'TIS now the fourth revolving age,Since Hellas bow'd beneath the rageOf Othman's stormy sway;Whose deep'ning gloom and horror spreadTill all ...
Hymn #3 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THE frith is crossed, the previous war-fare past,Through swampy plains, dark woods and deserts vast,O'er heaths, and flowery slopes and ...
The Ship’s Return (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THOU com'st, fair bark, in gallant prideThy swan-white sails exulting spread;Nor I the graceful triumph chide,For silent are the tears ...
A Melancholy Lover’s Farewell To His Mistress (Joanna Baillie Poems)
DEAR Phillis, all my hopes are o'erAnd I shall see thy face no more.Since every secret wish is vain,I will ...
A Cheerful-Tempered Lover’s Farewell To His Mistress (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THE light winds on the streamers playThat soon shall bear me far away;My comrades give the parting cheer,And I alone ...
Annan Water (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WITH rapture, Annan! all exclaim,Thy banks how varied and how gay!Why should a name, well known to fame,Unsung remain in ...
To Count —-, on The Death Of His Wife (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WHEN first I saw her, blushing like the rose,And tints of beauty o'er her forehead spread;E'en then I trembled for ...
Song, Poverty Parts Good Company (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WHEN my o'erlay was white as the foam o' the lin,And siller was chinkin my pouches within,When my lambkins were ...
A Proud Lover’s Farewell To His Mistress (Joanna Baillie Poems)
FAREWELL , thou haughty, cruel fair!Upon thy brow no longer wearThat sombre look of cold disdain,I ne'er shall see thy ...
To Sophia J. Baillie, An Infant (Joanna Baillie Poems)
SWEET bud of promise, fresh and fair,Just moving in the morning air,The morn of life but just begun,The sands of ...
To A Child (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WHOSE imp art thou, with dimpled cheek,And curly pate and merry eye,And arm and shoulders round and sleek,And soft and ...
St. John XXI. 1. (Joanna Baillie Poems)
TOIL-WORN upon their wavy sea,With empty nets and wasted store,The fishermen of GalileeAre steering cheerless to the shore.But lo! upon ...
A Riddle (#1) (Joanna Baillie Poems)
'TWAS in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell:On the confines of ...
Tomorrow (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HOW heavy falls the foot of time!How slow the ling'ring quarters chime,Thro' anxious hours of long delay!In vain we watch ...
Sonnet 8 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THERE is a virtue, which to Fortune's heightFollows us not, but in the vale below,Where dwell the ills of life, ...
Sonnet 7 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
I'VE seen my day before its noon decline,And dark is still the future, nor, alas!Can Hope, with all the magic ...
The Season Of Life (Joanna Baillie Poems)
LONG gone, for ever gone! the joys of Spring;And Summer's brighter objects, riper cares;Now Autumn's lingering train are on the ...