A Summer Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
Joanna Baillie Poems on Morning (25 Poems)
A Winter Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,Stretches his neck and claps ...
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 ...
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 ...
A November Night’s Traveller (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
Elegy On The Abrogation Of The Birth-Night Ball, And The Consequent Final Subversion Of The Minuet (Joanna Baillie Poems)
NOW cease the exulting strain! And bid the warbling lyre complain.Heave the soft sigh, and drop the tuneful tear,And mingle notes ...
Malcolm’s Heir (Joanna Baillie Poems)
O, go not by Dunorloch's wallsWhen the moon is in the wane,And cross not o'er Dunorloch's bridge,The farther bank to ...
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 ...
Address To A Steam-Vessel (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WRITTEN FOR THIS COLLECTION.FREIGHTED with passengers of every sort,A motley throng, thou leav'st the busy port.Thy long and ample deck, ...
Life (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THE ministering spirits from aboveDescend with energy creative fraught,They breathe on nature with the breath of love,And lo! she wakens ...
Lines To A Teapot (Joanna Baillie Poems)
ON thy carved sides, where many a vivid dyeIn easy progress leads the wandering eye,A distant nation's manners we behold,To ...
Lines To Agnes Baillie On Her Birthday (Joanna Baillie Poems)
DEAR Agnes, gleamed with joy and dashed with tears,O'er us have glided almost sixty yearsSince we on Bothwell's bonny braes ...
A Reverie (Joanna Baillie Poems)
Beside a spreading elm, from whose high boughsLike knotted tufts the crow's light dwelling shows,Where screen'd from northern blasts, and ...
Cameronian Dream (Joanna Baillie Poems)
IN a dream of the night I was wafted away,To the moorland of mist where the martyrs lay;Where Cameron's sword ...
Verses Written In February, 1827 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
LIKE gleam of sunshine on the mountain's side,Fair, bright and beautiful, while all beside,Slope, cliff and pinnacle in shadow lieBeneath ...
Sunset Meditation, Under The Apprehension Of Approaching Blindness (Joanna Baillie Poems)
IN tremulous vision, falsely near,The forms of nature as phantoms appear,With the wonted colours of earth and sky,When o'er them ...
To The Lark (Joanna Baillie Poems)
MOUNT , child of Morning, mount and sing,And gaily beat thy fluttering wing,And sound thy shrill alarms:Bath'd in the fountains ...
Hymn #4 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
ALMIGHTY God, from whom our being came,To whom it tends, blest be thy holy name!Blest when through pillared aisles we ...
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 ...
Song #9 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
BIRD soaring high, cloud in the sky,Where go ye? O where go ye?Where the smoke from the gipsy's fire is ...
The Black Cock (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WRITTEN FOR A WELCH AIR, CALLED "THE NOTE OF THE BLACK COCK."GOOD morrow to thy sable beak,And glossy plumage, dark ...
Song Written For A Welch Air Called (Joanna Baillie Poems)
"THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT."ALL white hang the bushes o'er Elaw's sweet stream,And pale from the rock the long icicles gleam;The ...
Wake, Lady! (Joanna Baillie Poems)
Up! quit thy bower! late wears the hour,Long have the rooks cawed round the tower;O'er flower and tree loud hums ...
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, Written Off Cefallonia, 1820 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
ONCE more, ye Pleiads of the Ionian deep,Welcome! in misty distance, 'midst the roarOf warring waves and winds, that fiercely ...