Joanna Baillie

(1762-1851 / Scotland)

Joanna Baillie Poems

81. Song Written For A Welch Air 4/15/2010
82. Song Written For A Welch Air Called 4/15/2010
83. Song Written For A Welch Air Called 4/15/2010
84. Song Written For A Welch Melody 4/15/2010
85. Song, A New Version Of An Old Scotch Song 4/15/2010
86. Song, Called The Country Lady’s Reveillie 4/15/2010
87. Song, For A Scotch Air 4/15/2010
88. Song, For An Irish Air 4/15/2010
89. Song, Poverty Parts Good Company 4/15/2010
90. Song #1 4/15/2010
91. Song #2 4/15/2010
92. Song #3 4/15/2010
93. Song #4 4/15/2010
94. Song #5 4/15/2010
95. Song #7 4/15/2010
96. Sonnet 3 4/15/2010
97. Sonnet 4 4/15/2010
98. Sonnet 5 4/15/2010
99. Sonnet 6 4/15/2010
100. Sonnet 7 4/15/2010
101. Sonnet, Written Off Cefallonia, 1820 4/15/2010
102. St. Cecilia 4/15/2010
103. St. John Xxi. 1. 4/15/2010
104. St. Luke Vii. 12. 4/15/2010
105. St. Luke Xviii. 16. 4/15/2010
106. St. Matthew V.9. 4/15/2010
107. Stanzas, Suggested By A Canzone Of Petrarch 4/15/2010
108. The Address Of Odusseus To The Greeks, At Thermpoylae, On The 20th Of July, 1822 4/15/2010
109. The Banished Man, 4/15/2010
110. The Black Cock 4/15/2010
111. The Clearing Shower 4/15/2010
112. The Devonshire Lane 4/15/2010
113. The Elden Tree 4/15/2010
114. The Fountain 4/15/2010
115. The Ghost Of Fadon 4/15/2010
116. The Grenwich Pensioners 4/15/2010
117. The Horse And His Rider 4/15/2010
118. The Lament 4/15/2010
119. The Last Leaf 4/15/2010
120. The Legend Of Christopher Columbus 4/15/2010

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Best Poem of Joanna Baillie

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...

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A Disappointment

On village green, whose smooth and well worn sod,
Cross-path'd with every gossip's foot is trod;
By cottage door where playful children run,
And cats and curs sit basking in the sun:
Where o'er the earthen seat the thorn is bent,
Cross-arm'd, and back to wall, poor William leant.
His bonnet broad drawn o'er his gather'd brow,
His hanging lip and lengthen'd visage shew
A mind but ill at ease. With motions strange,

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