Devon’s Poly-Obion (Joanna Baillie Poems)
FIRST of Devon's thousand streams--(Beside whose banks no poet dreams,Since to her praise old Drayton fram'dHis pastoral reed, yet scarcely ...
Joanna Baillie Poems on Success (25 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Belshazzar’s Feast (Joanna Baillie Poems)
'TWAS night in Babylon,--yet many a beamOf lamps, far glittering from her domes on high,Shone, brightly mingling in Euphrates' stream,With ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Hymn On The Seasons (Joanna Baillie Poems)
NOW , when the kindling Spring breathes life and joyThrough earth and air, perfuming field and bow'r;While rings from every ...
Lines On The Death Of William Sotheby, Esq (Joanna Baillie Poems)
LEARNING and fancy were combinedTo stimulate his manly mind;Open, generous and acute,Steady of purpose, in pursuitArdent and hopeful; all the ...
To Mrs. Siddons (Joanna Baillie Poems)
GIFTED of Heaven! who hast, in days gone by,Moved every heart, delighted every eye,While age and youth, of high and ...
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 ...
Lines Written On The Field Of Quatre Bras, 1821 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
SO bright the sun puts forth his glorious beams,So fair the field beneath his lustre gleams,So soft the south wind ...
The Song Of Triumph Of The Greeks, Off Tenedos, After The Night Of The 10th Of November, 1822 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THE Monarchs of Europe, who prattle of peace,Shall cease, from this night, to calumniate Greece,The Moslems repent that they roused ...
The Fountain (Joanna Baillie Poems)
IT was a wellOf whitest marble, white as from the quarry;And richly wrought with many a high relief,Greek sculpture--in some ...
The Loss Of The Royal George (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WHERE are the tamers of the deep,The gallant and the brave?Heaven's angry whirlwinds o'er them sweep,Cold ocean is their grave.Was ...
Hymn #2 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
MY God! would that, from earthly trammels free,My thoughts could win their upward way to thee,And there a while in ...
The Mother’s Remonstrance (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HAST thou well my counsels weigh'd,Shew me not that gay cockade;--I have watch'd thy tender years,With a mother's hopes and ...
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 ...
St. Matthew V.9. (Joanna Baillie Poems)
"BLESSED are the peace-makers, for theyGod's children shall be called!"--so spakeThe Prince of Peace, in mortal clay,Who veiled his glory, ...
At Lake Thrasymenus (Joanna Baillie Poems)
FIRST of invaders, Hannibal, thy nameIs proud as chief may claim, or man bestow,For thy historian is the conquer'd foe,And ...
Sonnet 6 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THE marks of death were on him, and he boreIn every feature that sharp, clear, cold look,Which is not of ...
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 ...