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Joanna Baillie Poems
- A Winter Day The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd ...
- A Summer Day The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky ...
- 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 ...
- London IT is a goodly sight through the clear air, From ...
- A Mother To Her Waking Infant NOW in thy dazzled half-op'd ...
- Hay-Making Upon the grass no longer hangs the dew; Forth ...
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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A Winter Day
The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,
Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,
Stretches his neck and claps his heavy wings,
Gives three hoarse crows, and glad his talk is done;
Low, chuckling, turns himself upon the roost,
Then nestles down again amongst his mates.
The lab'ring hind, who on his bed of straw,
Beneath his home-made coverings, coarse, but warm,
Lock'd in the kindly arms of her who spun them,
Dreams of the gain that next year's crop should bring;
Or at some fair disposing of his wool,
Or by some lucky and unlook'd-for ...
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