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 wanders o'er the corn,
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'TIS now the fourth revolving age,
Since Hellas bow'd beneath the rage
Of Othman's stormy sway;
Whose deep'ning gloom and horror spread
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THE fires blazed bright till deep midnight,
And the guests sat in the hall,
And the Lord of the feast, Lord John of the East,
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YES , Love has his changes, but be not too ready,
To number his faults or dishonour his sway;
Abuse him you may, as the billow unsteady,
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NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,
And say that still there lurks amongst our glens
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1. I've no sheep on the mountains
Nor boat on the lake
Nor coin in my coffer
To keep me awake
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O, go not by Dunorloch's walls
When the moon is in the wane,
And cross not o'er Dunorloch's bridge,
The farther bank to gain!
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Part I.

'The wild winds bellow o'er my head,
And spent eve's fading light;
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SLEEP --and while slumber weighs thine eyelids down,
May no foul phantom o'er thy pillow frown;
But brightest visions deck thy tranquil bed,
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SOLE partner of my heart! remov'd from all,
Here on the lonely shore to thee I call;
The waves which raise their voices to the sky,
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