Joanna Baillie Poems
- Hay-Making Upon the grass no longer hangs the dew; Forth ...
- A Summer Day The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky ...
- A Winter Day The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd ...
- Song, Woo’d And Married And A’ THE bride she is winsome and ...
- To The Rainbow TRIUMPHANT arch! that fill'st the sky When ...
- A Mother To Her Waking Infant NOW in thy dazzled half-op'd ...
- London IT is a goodly sight through the clear air, From ...
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.
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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Upon the grass no longer hangs the dew;
Forth hies the mower with his glittering scythe,
In snowy shirt bedight, and all unbraced,
He moves athwart the mead with sideling bend,
And lays the grass in many a swathy line:
In every field, in every lawn and mead,
The rousing voice of industry is heard;
The haycock rises, and the frequent rake
Sweeps on the fragrant hay in heavy wreaths.
The old and young, the weak and strong are there,
And, as they can, help on the cheerful work.
The father jeers his awkward half-grown lad,
Who trails his tawdry armful o'er the ...