Joanna Baillie
Joanna Baillie Poems
- Song, Woo’d And Married And A’ THE bride she is winsome and ...
- A Child To His Sick Grandfathe... GRAND-DAD , they say you're ...
- A Summer Day The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky ...
- A Winter Day The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd ...
- Hay-Making Upon the grass no longer hangs the dew; Forth ...
- To The Rainbow TRIUMPHANT arch! that fill'st the sky When ...
- A Mother To Her Waking Infant NOW in thy dazzled half-op'd ...
Joanna Baillie (11 September 1762 – 23 February 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.
Poetry
1790 • Baillie’s first publication: Poems: Wherein it is Attempted to Describe Certain Views of Nature and of Rustic Manners. Baillie later revised a selection of these early poems which were reprinted in her Fugitive Verses ... more »
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Song, Woo’d And Married And A’
THE bride she is winsome and bonny,
Her hair it is snooded sae sleek,
And faithfu' and kind is her Johnny,
Yet fast fa' the tears on her cheek.
New pearlins are cause of her sorrow,
New pearlins and plenishing too,
The bride that has a' to borrow,
Has e'en right mickle ado.
Woo'd and married and a'!
Woo'd and married and a'!
Is na' she very weel aff
To be woo'd and married at a'?
Her mither then hastily spak,
'The lassie is glakit wi' pride;
In my pouch I had never a plack
On the day when I was a bride.
E'en tak' to your wheel, and be ...
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