Joanna Baillie Poems
- 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 ...
- 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 ...
- To The Rainbow TRIUMPHANT arch! that fill'st the sky When ...
- 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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A Summer Day
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,
Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,
Wear faint the morning purple on their skirts.
The stars that full and bright shone in the west,
But dimly twinkle to the stedfast eye;
And seen, and vanishing, and seen again,
Like dying tapers smoth'ring in their sockets,
Appear at last shut from the face of heav'n;
Whilst every lesser flame which shone by night,
The flashy meteor from the op'ning cloud,
That shoots full oft' across the dusky sky;
Or wand'ring fire which looks across the marsh,
Beaming like candle in a...